When Ballet Still Haunts My Dreams
It’s been years since I last laced up a pair of pointe shoes, but ballet hasn’t left me. Not really. Sometimes, in the middle of the night, I find myself back in the same halls I walked for over a decade. My dreams pull me back to the long mirrors, the smooth wooden floors, the scent of rosin and sweat. I roam through the space in silence, watching my reflection move like a ghost—still in...
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