A dancer that she was.

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A dancer that she was
She was restless. Her feet wanted to move and toes wanted to wriggle around on beats. Her hands and fingers took forms of their own and her gestures automatically turned elegant. She didn't have to worry about her posture. It was perfect. But then again, everything about her was. The curve of her waist was that of a flower vase, carefully designed.                                                                                   

Her supple calves were rounded with the strength that of a woman. Her neck was long and shoulders straight. Her long dark hair rolled and draped with a simple white cloth. Her dress flowed with her. When she swirled, the earth paused. When she lifted her leg, her body turned into that of a swan. When she raised her hands high above, she resembled an opulent statue, carefully taking birth under the hands of a sculptor. 

The joyful steps came to her. Her body moved at its own will. Her mind surrendered and she became a slave to the unheard music.

She was deaf. She was a dancer.
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~~The Girl.