I want to believe that it’s something in our memory flow- my mother loved to dance, I love to dance, Chelsea too, and now my granddaughter-
She has twirled more than every ballerina in the world- yeah, I exaggerate, but, isn’t that what storytellers do?
This flutter, the little hands, like a glorious butterfly.
The energy flows and spills and whips.
The dress must twirl-
Sacha is home, he wants Claire Sparkle to be “baby” in the lift. They have to practice, they wanted me to do it, ha!
Notice the pony tail?
Oh, and the new home.
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