In a breath of the almost autumn air, in the longing for hearth and the comforts of home food, there is a quietness to my soul. It is the restfulness of the warrior in full knowledge that all efforts were made, that the fate, the outcome, rests in the hands of others. So this was my finale. The curtain has closed. I take off these ballet shoes and let my feet feel free. I am no longer the dancer, yet still one who holds the wisdom of the dance. I am no longer the girl but the elder. I can meet God with full pride, I can return the smiling gaze of our creator, and so now I am finally happy.
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