Dancing

I danced above the surface, one fluid motion after another. Perhaps I would be noticed, perhaps not. Regardless, I would move on, sliding in one direction, then sailing back in the other.

I twirled, wearing my most beautiful colours, for all to see. I flipped, and jumped. I may have been one of many, but now I was alone, beautiful and graceful, having found my place out in the world after having left where I once grew up.

In a dramatic and beautiful frenzy, I soared high into the air.

I am a leaf on the wind, flying in autumn.

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This blog post is part of a series of stories associated with Practice makes pretense, in which a collection of writing done in response to prompts is compiled. Then, the reader should answer the following two questions: 1) What was your favorite thing about the writing? 2) What did you feel as you read it?

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