Carriage House porch, Monday afternoon

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Where had this earworm come from? Not only that, it seemed to come complete with dance steps that hadn't been popular in about two hundred and eighty years. She managed to control herself after a brief slide through the door onto the porch. The burgeoning greenery was heartening. Definitely advantages to being planetside.

She perched on a railing, her barefeet still tapping a distinctive pattern.

"Cut loose, footloose, put on your Sunday shoes . . . geez, Louise . . . do doo doo do doo . . ."

[[Open! I'm floating from coffee shop to coffee shop, but am around for a bit.]]