We discreetly meet once a week. Not a word is spoken. In my arms, we move in fluid motion. Sometimes, we begin in the kitchen and gracefully end near the front door. Other times it’s the foyer. Even the bathroom. Together, we move, dip twirl and spin. (Pretty good for a guy who dances like Dustin Hoffman in “Rainman.”) My [...]
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Tuesday, November 24, 2009
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