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Dancing #44

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I rose to my feet and helped her up. Throughout, our eyes never left each other and I swam in the blue promise of I-know-not-what that coursed through their rare and azure beauty.
"Come," she said to me after a while, "Let us dance. Or - ?" perhaps she noted a flicker of fear in my eyes at the thought of returning to the other dancers, a fear I quickly mastered - "perhaps not dance, but return to the warmth. You must not become deathly cold again, no?"
Her smile and her concern filled my heart, almost to bursting.

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    Christopher 5 months ago

    That second line is so wonderfully descriptive.

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    Drew Martyn 5 months ago

    Thanks Christopher :)

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    Neville Hunt 5 months ago

    Add to her concern my own. My nails are now bitten beyond the quick!

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    Drew Martyn 4 months ago

    Thanks Neville :)

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