Fierce Grace

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My body moves in rhythm,
I throw myself across the floor.
Plié, pirouette, plié, pirouette.
I bend, stretch, and curve.
My back arches,
My arms hold a ball over my head,
My leg flies back, knee straight, toes pointed.
Fierce grace strengthens my body.
Fierce grace allows me to tell a story.
Fierce grace makes me look like a cat.
Fierce grace makes me fluent in body language.
Fierce grace makes me perfect.
Fierce grace makes me a dancer.





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