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dance party

I was cleaning out my WordPress blog–going through and streamlining some tags and categories, looking through old drafts, deleting most of them, and so on–when I came across this. Apparently, at one time, this was going to be a blog post. I have no idea where I was going to go with it…but I totally wish I did!

I can’t dance. I don’t mean, “I can’t dance–here let me show you.” I mean when my head tells my feet to dance, they start moving, and my head says, “That’s called walking.” And then maybe my feet will try again, and my head will say, “Now you’re just hopping.” If my feet are feeling unusually brave, they might try one more time. At which point, my head (and everyone else around) says, “Please. Just stop.”

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