She stood fragile. thats all she did. Somtimes she danced, Her right foot poised, but stuck to the ground. when she did, she spun slowly, never asking why. She didn't question. she didn't demand to know why. But she glowed. She glowed,somtimes, a pale light, or,somtimes, a warm comfortable gleam. but never the less, every time she danced, there was music. Sweet twinkling music.