Perhaps you will find it strange, I know I do, that when I have the whimsy to finally look in your direction, the maybe three times a year it happens, I find myself shocked at you. I seek to find that you have discovered beauty and joy and the touch of love laced laughter, to delight in the dream that the dance of old might renew, but I find you
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