that afternoon. the curtains were pulled closed. sunlight peaked from the edges. i could see all and nothing. some where in our heads a song played. so we danced to it.
we both knew our moves by heart. as if we had been practicing for years.
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the curtains
that afternoon. the curtains were pulled closed. sunlight peaked from the edges. i could see all and nothing. some where in our heads a song played. so we danced to it.
we both knew our moves by heart. as if we had been practicing for years.