She felt a sort of reverence whenever she walked into the room. With its top-to-bottom mirrors, the polished hardwood floor, the barre. Even without her pointe shoes on, she would have floated over the ground so as not to disturb a thing. She would have inhaled the air, as she did now, and closed her eyes to take in the scent. Sweat, dreams, and grace. Everything she'd ever wanted for as long as she could remember. Ballet. Life.
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