faded memories

I was a young ballerina in my country; ambitious and thriving.
Then I left home for an alien country.
Hidden under enormous paperwork and stamps on my passport, I now shudder at any thought of focus.
On me.
Until a friend bought a camera. I was a young ballerina again. After 35 years.
Made my day.

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