I watch her in the mirror, her eyes sparkle as she dances. She is happy, carefree. Lost in the effervescent rhythm of her own body. I watch the glow of her skin, catching the flames of the sun. She is alive. Today is a good day. Or maybe just a good moment. As the music winds down so does she. She knows she cannot maintain this high. Regretfully, she stops. And as her body stops moving, her mind awakens. It was a blissful moment of peace.
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