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 Posted: Sat Aug 29, 2009 11:02 pm
Here is where you have fencing. No current teacher.
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2009 12:32 am
Elizabeth walked in with the need to let off steam. She dropped her bag and shoes in a corner and picked up a foil. Rolling her head and shoulders, she let her neck and back pop, then began her dance-like attack on her invisible opponent. She whirled and twirled, stepping and lunging, jumping and tumbling. Every so often there was a soft exhale as she pushed herself forward, or rolled over her own blade. Before coming here, she'd taken a few classes, though what helped her most were the gymnastics she knew. But all of that seemed to be distant as she continued the waltz of the blade.
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