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Colours of blue, green and pink float by dancers dressed in grand outfits of silver cloth. A girl, not much older then 9, sits in the back row of the empty auditorium looking on in awe of what she was seeing. She closes her eyes and imagines herself upon the stage being the lead role. It's always been her dream to dance like them. A tiny tear prickles in the corner of her eye, she gives a soft sigh, knowing it's useless to dream of impossible things. She turns, careful not to bump the chairs in the row in front of her. She grips the wheels in her hands, and rolls out of the hall.
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Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 1:45 PM UTC
An Impossible Dream
Colours of blue, green and pink float by dancers dressed in grand outfits of silver cloth. A girl, not much older then 9, sits in the back row of the empty auditorium looking on in awe of what she was seeing. She closes her eyes and imagines herself upon the stage being the lead role. It's always been her dream to dance like them. A tiny tear prickles in the corner of her eye, she gives a soft sigh, knowing it's useless to dream of impossible things. She turns, careful not to bump the chairs in the row in front of her. She grips the wheels in her hands, and rolls out of the hall.
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Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 1:45 PM UTC
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