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Dance
In awe of purity, in reverence of innocence, the humility of
splendor, the infinite wonder, the power of love, the delicacy of
life.
Her extended shadow drifting to and fro, rocking effortlessly as
she sits beside him on the bed, holding his hand.
Slightly raised above a whisper, the sweet sound of a daughters
song, aloft in the cool night air. A song, a dance… a slow, sweet,
dance, that only a daughter can understand, when holding the
one that holds her heart…and she sings…
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