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The weight of silence after midnight
Did a single arabesque I haven't attempted since the surgery. Held it for four counts. The floor creaked. That's the whole show — just that one moment, the way the air changed, the memory of how it used to feel longer. I don't have a video, just the echo in my hip.
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