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The unknown ballerina

As a child, many girls wanted to be a ballerina. Whether they played with Barbie in her tutu or asked their parents to get them classes, they loved the idea of it. The grace while dancing, the confidence of being in front of people, and the elegance of movement all appealed to them. Some even…
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Paul Olund

February 5, 2015

As a child, many girls wanted to be a ballerina. Whether they played with Barbie in her tutu or asked their parents to get them classes, they loved the idea of it. The grace while dancing, the confidence of being in front of people, and the elegance of movement all appealed to them. Some even made…

The unknown ballerina

Poem: To My Target Panic

Poem: To My Target Panic

I remember the first time I met you, the first Sunday of September. Before we met, archery was predictable; my routine was reliable. The weight of my quiver, the resistance of my string, the curve of my limbs, and Sunday morning practice, it was always the same. But...