She was left swaying to her own music, intent on feeling the rhythm of days past, the movement, his sensuous touch, dismissing her pain of abandonment. While dancing with her memories he disappeared into her past.
Read more dancing stories at https://patriciasplace.me/2019/01/16/in-other-words-dancing/
that little voice 
Beautiful!
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Thanks, Lyn. Are you marching this year?
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Brilliant!
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Thank you.
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What an ending, powerful!
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Thanks.
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You’re welcome. Here’s mine
https://3psbyseeker.wordpress.com/2019/01/18/it-has-been-a-long-week/
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Great lines! Thanks for sharing.
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Thanks, Patricia. Glad you liked it.
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