An Ode of a Dreamer

As a young girl,
I’ve never dreamt of being a princess in a fairytale
At a young age, I had already set my eyes and keen heart on becoming a ballerina
That would be my tale.
Well it did not came to be,
but ballet will always have a special place in me.
You see my childhood praised around it. And every twirl I did, every pirouette, allegro, chasse
Was for every pleats, every beads, every detail made on this cake as special as that art was to me…
Now only as close as a sketch and a sculpt – my own way of art now – where, in the end, I could only share by this post.


Don’t know what to say anymore
story by the sister
words by the sister

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