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she puts her ballet slippers in the freezer
beside the water bottles
and the leftovers.
there is static on the tv
and the drive home took forever going 45.
the roads were filled with rain
in small puddles
reflecting red and green and white.
the lights were blinding.
she stared at the lines…
the music was loud but distant,
she recalled,
staring into the billows of silk
mesh of ballet skirts on the floor.
there it was-
her childhood.
so she hid it away in the freezer
to keep it fresh forever.
in hopes to melt the ice crystals off
in 80 years to start again.

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