
I wish I had rhythm.

It has a certain healing energy for me that little else matches.

Even images of dancing have a certain evocative effect.
My daughter is taking dance now. I admit to feeling more excited about that than about her taking piano. But maybe because she's more ready for the discipline.

Did I mention the evocative effects of dance? Released endorphins and all...

Hey, did I mention the evocative effects of dance?
So that's eleven. So sue...
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