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Feb 2016
spinning with arms held aloft
delicately dancing and laughing.
the rain falling down, down, down,
a laugh ringing out to fill the silence.
a blissful moment of absolute freedom,
and timid joy,
as i dance in the rain
to a song only i can hear.
just a moment in between classes at school. it was raining and the parking lot was empty so i danced to the music in my head.
Can't Believe It's Not Butter
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Can't Believe It's Not Butter  California
(California)   
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   Pastell dichter and ---
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