The Pleasure of Ballet

A quest for perfection that doesn’t exist, and its precious, perfect moments

Chloe Angyal
Jun 4, 2019 · 8 min read
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I don’t pray. Not outside of a casually tossed off “Please, God,” a figure of speech I use when I’m running late, or running low on an essential ingredient in a recipe. Please, God, let them be running behind, too, or, Please, God, let me have enough tomatoes. I don’t pray, but I come the closest…