There are times that I feel so full of joy I wish I could dance. My imagined program would contain beautiful ballerina movements that are graceful and full of emotion. The real program would turn into a comedy routine instead of a charming and lovely presentation. My sister and I tease that we dance ugly in an aerobics class. Frankly it is true... Nicklin girls just can't dance.
Today I may just have to close my eyes and pretend I can dance in my happiness.
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