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Dancing #9

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A few miles along the bends of this ancient track and I'd shaken off the moroseness that my misplaced nostalgia had given root to. Yes, they were happier times, those days of school and youthful irresponsibility; yes, the world was now forever changed; but - I stopped and looked around, breathing deeply in the cooling evening air - the sun stretched my shadow, elongated over verdant grasses before me, the tops of the lush green trees danced in a breeze that smelled sweet and the air sparkled at the approach of the night.
"It is still a beautiful world!" I said aloud.

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