Thursday, January 10, 2008

blossom

As her smile blossomed across her face, I could tell that the dance no
longer mattered. That we were moving was enough; Music fell to a
background purpose from its driving beat.

Perhaps this weekend she'll feel the sway.

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Ah, visited by an old friend on the hardwood. We may be moving to
different beats now but it is all the same fun.

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