Fables, WritingJuly 20, 2010January 4, 2018

faded memories

by Rads

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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