Brightening spirit within the dancing coloured lights when the words will not reveal their mystery in their memories of twinkling feelings
Sunday, May 16, 2010
In the Moment
She was dancing inside her head to the music that she was creating. It was like a new art form, but she didn't call it anything. She was just there. And she was living it.
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