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…vas dance floor, get caught flatfooted and rocked to the core by a flurry of life’s haymakers. And a time will come when old age will ease into our bones, we’ll limp along an ocean shore collecting shells, we’ll forget our names and innocence, pray our way back to the taste of dreams until it all fits together again.
Theodore McDowell
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Wow beautiful Theodore! Bravo!!
Wife, mother, teacher, people/music lover and writer: sharing bits of her soul one story at a time.
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