Journal writing, remembering a recent day with my daughter
And then in the freedom of the dance that delights in the cool touch of bare feet upon the wooden floor of a very special place. We welcome the exploration of the air that we encircle with our arms, and float as if expressing freedom from the space that confines our existence. We welcome the space and we listen to our singing voices that echo throughout the building. This is a time that makes us so happy as we dance into the sunbeams that pour through the tall windows from the parkland. We spin and whirl and dance in total freedom. This has brought us a treasured moment that brings happiness and light to our day. This special place. We are here. We are now.
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