though I can no longer dance.
I think everyday of the twostep.
For Aunt Kathryn
2 Comments to “For Aunt Kathryn”
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That two-step has an insidious way of invading each and every thought, doesn't it?
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reminds me of things I miss and puts a smile on my face when I'm in a good mood. Puts me in a worse mood when I'm in a bad mood. Sigh- grief
the platitudes of willful resemblance 