𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

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I heard the soft thumps of your pointe shoes, the melody singing from your phone. I stand in the doorway, watching you dance, moving as if you were a graceful swan. The buttery yellow sunlight poured through the tall windows of the studio, highlighting your features, making your eyes sparkle. I wonder how I was so lucky. To have you by my side. It was a wonderful Serendipity. 


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