My love for dance is renewed. My bedroom is freezing cold. Janet taught Cunningham. I felt myself beautiful and strong. Dance is like vitamins or REM sleep; it is only good for you. I want to always be this way when I am dancing. When I am dancing I am a traveller. How could I ever forget. A forager of sensational moments. I don’t need to have a perfect coat or notable parents. My body is the proof I wear. My torso connected to my legs is the cross I bear. That rhythm knotted to my youthful mind an ornate chair. Wooden. Nothing is wrong in this body when I am dancing. I am only.
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