Wind I keep toying with the feet. Always had the feeling it was like a trap, like a rope that tied me from below, as roots by joining a dry land, barren and bare. But no. You were right. Probably no more than the silk ribbons of new ballet slippers, fine strands that try to adjust a shoe as I will continue dancing, jumping and doing tricks louder than a girl who is trying to learn.
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