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February 12, 2011
Oh, to move! To feel my heart align with the beat of the music--hitting hard and angry and powerful against my chest. To spin a pattern with my feet, knot a cord of magic with my arms. To fling myself into the air, and for an instant, feel it hold me above the ground against gravity like a parent with a child.

If I could dance for eternity--slowly whittling down to nothing but bones and weary muscles over the centuries--I would gladly do so.

May I turn to dust to dance on wind and rhythm.