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Then the beautiful box of pain, the Pointe shoe, soars across the floor. One shoe racing its brother, dashing almost flying across the creamy floor. The shoe moves flexibly, it is strong and elegant, showing of its agile nature. It beats forcefully against the stage. Rapidly striking the firm surface with vigor. Now it extends gradually and exquisitely into the air, prolonging every moment with deliberate apprehension. It suspends for a moment in space, unwavering, as if it is a star in our galaxy. It elongates even further as is pulls away from its ally. Now it swiftly sweeps down gracefully brushing the ground as it passes by as it descends. It majestically rotates, far above the floor, as it completes its first full revolution then seems to spiral on forever.