the rise and fall of her chest. I need a better perspective of what is about to happen on the stage. Once again, she intrigues me as she floats across the stage. For a split second, I think it’s someone else dancing. The way Kennedy moves is intoxicating. With every graceful dip and turn, her emotions spill onto the stage, leaving her exposed, bare, for the entire auditorium to see. I’m not the only one to notice. As she dances, the room falls silent. The sheer beauty in the fluid motion of her body holds me captive. I can’t look away for fear of missing a single second. I may have misjudged
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