She twirls around the room. Her hands clapping to the sound of her sweet voice. Her feet delicately skipping and trying to stay with the rhythm, occasionally losing balance. Her face breaks into a wide grin every time her eyes meet ours. Her happy voice singing a tune, familiar to her, delightfully musical to us. We clap to her tune as she gains momentum appreciating every sound, every note.
We take in her beauty, her innocence and spontaneity from the periphery. We watch her in awe, amazement turning into wonder with every diminutive movement.
She is our tiny dancer, our sweet little ballerina.
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