The dancer’s story


She danced back to bed as her heart bled not comprehending the end. Was that really it? Did she miss something? What was it that caught her in that illusion? She learned to trust her heart after that, her inner compass. It made her mature in ways she could not have fathomed years earlier, it all came with a lesson. Yet her love for the divine did not suffer, ever intact, she trusted it was all perfect.


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