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what inspired you to first dance? what first captivated your attention to the art which so many sacrifice themselves for? was it the satin shoes, or the tinkering of "the dance of the sugarplum fairy" in your great-grandmother's music box? did your interest pique at watching the dancers float, seemingly effortlessly, across an enchanted woodland? or do you claim the glamour of the white feathers, the glittering tulle, as your initial inspiration?
how long did it take for you to realize that glamor, like beauty,
exists only in the eyes of the beholder? did you not realize it until it
was too late to escape? by the time you understood the
idealistic-seeming world so many strive for was more or less a sham,
were you too caught up in the throes to give it up?
it happens to the best of us. i should know
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