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October 10, 2011
Shut your eyes and dance, little starshine.

Sometimes you'll dance on the softest moss or across the tips of trees. Sometimes you'll stumble into a patch of brambles or broken glass. Your legs will grow tired. Your feet will be sore. Your mind will wonder what's the point of dancing anymore.

Dance, little bird.

For the taste of life, whether sweet or sour. For the hum of existence warming your skin. Dance to forget. Dance to remember. Dance for the joy of being alive.

If you dance with your soul and dance with your heart, you will never step wrong.