French la Vie

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!

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Notice the pony tail?
Oh, and the new home.