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Pain is Beauty in the Circus Arts
One of my most vivid early memories is from the age of 5, when I was taken to a local circus and got to experience an aerial hoop performance. The aerialist, in a glimmering rhinestone white leotard, was hoisted high into the air to contort and maneuver around the rapidly spinning shiny silver hoop. I do not remember what the aerialist looked like or what specific moves she performed, but I remember the feelings of both awe and horror as I wondered where the safety nets were,
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