She sits.
She watches.
She learns.
Slide.
Step.
Pop.
Moving her arms like a sly snake.
Hearing the fierce thunder in the rhythm
of her feet.
Leaping like a Gazelle,
the floor her Sahara.
Hop.
Kick.
Step.
The iambic beat of her heart,
Racing yet eager for one more go.
The twinkle in her eye;
reflecting a star being born.
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