She felt simultaneously disappointed and fulfilled. She didn't walk away empty-handed, yet she still found herself in a state of discontentment.
The breeze caressed her quivering soul. Soon she was being washed with rain.
This feeling was not foreign to her. She had experienced it before, had successfully ridden this wave. But here she was again, learning to dance the dance.
The dance between shattering and laughing.
The dance between crying and screaming.
The dance of two experiences that feel so close but never seem to touch. The collision just never comes.
It frustrated her but, at the same time, relieved her mind.
The sigh that escaped her throat was a mix of ecstasy and anger. The dance music caused her to shiver.
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