Thursday, January 8, 2015

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My dancing shoes are getting stale. And feeling very prosaic this morning. Taking a break? Or dying? Or both? I'm imagining one of those graphs that slowly goes down hill off the chart, with a few spikes here and there. Working for 1001 dances, less than a third of the way there. So I faced down 15 degree weather this morning. But DID break through to internal sunshine, if only for a moment. 

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