Inside the Snow Globe

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She needs to dance, she must not stop.
She knows the snow is falling, she knows the ice is creeping and yet she twirls and spins.
 She knows she needs to dance.
Hold the bridge for support against the sway, swaying. Point a toe, lift a limb, all in measured time.
 Snowflakes flutter down around her; they, discordant to her elegant rhythm and grace.
 The snow globe that is her home and cage is being violently shaken by a young child.
She needs to dance, she cannot stop.
She flitters across the surface to the other side of the bridge grateful for the magnets in her shoes that keep her from falling upward into the domed roof of her world.
Lift this way, bend that way. On and on she goes.
Her dance is perfect, magic, a dream for all who bother to pause and look.
Her  tiny world fills hearts with longing and love.
And that is why she dances. That is why she cannot stop.