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Nothing is Different

She is determined
to dance gracefully;
spin slowly
while her skirt billows
outward

drifting on soft
currents of air,

unseen.

She suspects
she has been here before,
but she is not sure.
Familiarity confuses her.

She hears voices
from the past–
voices of people
who have already

vanished

from her world.

She dances
again,
daring to chasse
gracefully
(without him)

home.

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