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  • I shared this in a story when I started on Cowbird several months ago. After reading Ray's story, Dance, I was so deeply moved by his courage and love of life, I wanted him to know that his story reminded me to cherish the dance and to be grateful for the partners whose positive energy lifts me high off the floor. This story is my way of doing that.

    She was deep in it
    That huge gaping never been close to no one hole
    Trying to find the getting better place
    But everywhere was somewhere she was too scared to be
    And all that crazy, quick, loose loving pleasure
    Left her so tangled up
    She didn’t know how to get smooth again.
    So she decided to take that lonesome, ragged ruin of a life
    And bathe it clean til it glistened like polished, white china
    No more hanging on tomorrow, waiting out today
    She’s melting misery into music and
    Making love to the moment with each slow, sliding step. Flickr Creative Comons
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