Yesterday I woke up after a dream that had a very nice bit to it. I was dancing, ballroom dancing (I think it was an International foxtrot or maybe a quickstep), and it didn't hurt. We were flowing, floating, an easy ball of energy moving as one, and I realized that my feet weren't even touching the floor. I smiled. As we spun down the dance, my
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Ask vvalkyri about her first waltz with me sometime.
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