There is a wonderful saying I love that describes life in a perfect way: Some days you're the bug, and some days you're the windshield. I often find myself repeating this - usually more when I'm in the squished flat camp rather than the brazen, take-no-prisoners world of the windshield set - but from either …
One, two, three. One, two, three. The dancers glide across the floor as if floating on air. One, two, three. One, two, three. Intertwining bodies become one, twirling straight into the imagination as they sail across the dance floor, leaving a trail of mouths agape from those watching on the sidelines. This, is perfection in …
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