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Annie Apr 2020
A dance, my dance, between realities
My dance of seasons and of life  
A dance I often danced before
Until I felt that mind

That mind, her mind, so joyful
Her mind, so strange, so kind
A mind I never sensed before
Until I saw that face

This face, her face, so beautiful
Her face, her eyes so bright
A face, I never watched before
Until I touched that life

This life, this girl, I danced with
I saw her blazing eyes,
This life, I never knew before
I want to call it mine
To Terry Pratchetts 'Wintersmith'

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