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The Scripture Of The Dancer
Once, there was a maiden…
…who stood at the center of every dance.
Back then, she knew all the dances.
She never missed a step.
One day, she heard something in the music, as a
singer dropped the beat.
It taught her of the joy of dancing poorly.
She started dancing more and more awry.
“Love has no rules,” she said.
Once, there was a maiden…
…who stood at the center of every dance.
Back then, she knew all the dances.
She never missed a step.
One day, she heard something in the music, as a
singer dropped the beat.
It taught her of the joy of dancing poorly.
She started dancing more and more awry.
“Love has no rules,” she said.