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Strokes of Grace

I am the one who sees my ballet teacher, Ms. Chinatsu, moving her arms and feet, slow and

soft, moving them from one position to another, in the Natatorium on Yokota Air Base.

I am the one who hears my classmates' feet, and my feet, touching the floor with our ballet

shoes. The sounds of feet in the shoes change depending on the moves the class repeats, from Ms. Chinatsu. Sometimes we drag softly, and usually we tap gracefully, in the Natatorium on Yokota Air Base.

I am the one who feels my leg muscles being stretched in many different positions, at different

times. While I'm doing the stretches, it feels as though nothing is happening; however, when I am done, I can feel the difference at home, and at the Natatorium on Yokota Air Base.

I am the one who tastes the cold, but refreshing water from the water fountain when the class is

having a water break. When I first started ballet, I brought my own water bottle; however, I made a decision to just drink from the class water fountain. The water tastes just the same, and no water bottle is just one less thing to remember to bring into the Natatorium, on Yokota Air Base.

I am the one who smells the fresh air outside, coming through the open class door. The

heaters are overpowered in the winter, and the temperature outside is cold from the winter, so Ms. Chinatsu opens the door for a balance of hot and cold air, in the Natatorium on Yokota Air Base.

I am the one who hopes that I will be great in my recital, Sleeping Beauty, in April. The

recital will be at the Taiyo Center though, not in the Natatorium, on Yokota Air Base.

Who am I?


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