I've always liked dance. It sublimates human bodies and souls. I can spend hours contemplating dancers through the National Dance Academy windows. Sometimes I wish I could join them, but I can't, my body's too weak. The only thing I can do is draw them and imagine myself by their side. This winter a new ballerina arrived at the Academy. She's looks so fragile and gentle. Why does her gaze always feels like piercing needles of ice ?
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