The Dancer's Despair

I love pictures of dancers.  Maybe it's because I can almost hear the music going in my head as I see the stills of them in mid leap, bodies pushing themselves into spins or the graceful arc of their arms over their heads.  This picture feels like a dancer's worst nightmare.  To be bound to tight to move to the calling of the song.  I know I always said I'd be ready to die when I couldn't dance anymore.  That's this picture to me.

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