My body moves instinctively as I sleep walk, my feet never missing their marks. My eyes, glazed over and foggy, stare at the ground with dull memory. The breeze catches my hair and sways loosely over my face, the sound of the river becoming my beat. As I kick my leg up into a grand battement, my dress to flies up and flaps in the harsh, cold wind. My breath is visible and my slender fingers feel numb.
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