Reflection
I met a young dancer whose potential was shattered in a moment. The injury cut her rhythm to ribbons, but not her will. Now she’s fighting her way back, slow and stubborn, chasing the movement her body once gave so freely.
I met a young dancer whose potential was shattered in a moment. The injury cut her rhythm to ribbons, but not her will. Now she’s fighting her way back, slow and stubborn, chasing the movement her body once gave so freely.