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Review:Dark Whisper says:
I don't know if you will ever read this, but here goes...

I cried in your last chapter, but not because of it's Dramione sadness. It helped with the tug in my heart, but I cried because of something else.

I was an artistic skater.

So many years have gone by and if I close my eyes I can still feel the wind in my hair and in the hairs on my body as I sped along, taking flight and spinning myself in the air and landing the jump perfectly. For a split second in time, defying gravity high off the ground... freedom like a bird.

Personal accomplishment, the confidence that came with it, and the praise for being one of the best.

Ah, the years have indeed gone by and I do miss it.

Life gets in the way. Marriage and mortgage. Children and their sports... not artistic skating... hockey instead.

And as I watch the artistic skaters attempting their jumps and spins, I want to yell at them... "Point that ugly toe!" Or... "You'd get it if you'd stop slowing down before your jump. Keep the speed and fly!" But then I am reminded that I am not their coach... only a spectator, watching them in my jealousy that I can no longer join them. *tears*

When my old coach died, I went to his funeral and caught up with many of my fellow skaters. You try to tell yourself that you could go back anytime you want to... to skate... as if marriage and kids were a pause and you'll go back someday. But when your coach dies... reality sets in and you realize that thoughts of ever 'going back' dies with him.

Your story reminds me of those days of flight. And I find myself asking... when my boys grow up, will I go back to coach someone? Or is the love of the sport dead in me? Not dead, ever. But could I possibly go back? It would never be the same... I'm old. It's almost as if my love for it actually keeps me from it. I don't want to be reminded that I am too out of shape and old to ever experience it again. I suppose that is where I am at now.

Oh, how I wish I could strap on those skates and take flight... feel the rush of wind against my skin, forget my worries and obligations and just fly. But then I remember that Coach is gone and that was a lifetime ago. It is too painful to skate again... and I'm not talking about physical pain. How I loved it so very much. *more tears*

It's a 'good' cry. At least I have my memories and the experience of it.

But like Hermione and her dance... I just can't do it. I just can't.

Thanks so much for your story. It really is beautiful and has evoked emotions in the masses.

Congratulations on your success and I wish you all the best in writing your original fiction.

I noticed that you haven't posted anything in years, but I hope that means that you are busy dancing your dreams.

And if you ever find that life seems to be getting in the way of dreams... I want to encourage you to keep persuing your dreams and somehow... figure out a way to do both.

God bless and God speed...
Dark Whisper

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