With one foot planted firmly on the step, she stretched her other leg out as far as she could. She then extended the stretch with a pointed toe. Knowing that her body wouldn't grow, she could maximize the use of what she had and elongate herself with gracefulness.
Her head tilted slightly and she caught a brushstroke of orange out of the corner of her eye. The color of flames and excitement and energy that is a little more dynamic and alternative than the ever-loved red. She could not concentrate on the orange, for her grace was at stake as long as both feet were not planted.
Swirling thoughts caused her inner-core to tighten; the body often has to make up for the lags of the mind. One may know more, but one can do more.
As she pulled her leg back to her, she tilted her head back up and straightened her back into nearly perfect alignment. When the foot flexed and touched the ground, she remembered what it is to be whole.
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