she dances down the aisle to a song I loved when she was a child. I’m irritated. I want her to stop. I tell her that she’s not the only person in the garden department. she takes the bright yellow flowers out of my hands and laughs.
“no,” she says, “but I am the only one dancing.”
Oh to be the only one dancing somewhere… anywhere…
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😉
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This is good like an act of nature is Irresistible.
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thank you, neil. 😀
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