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| Dancing the summer at Saima. |
It was fun, and a healthier way to spend my one-year anniversary of being laid off than sitting at home simmering in an unemployed stew of if only and what if. It’s time to move on in every way possible, and for now that means dancing it out and shaking it off.
Last week, I was sore for several days after class, but it felt good. Today I’m already feeling it in my legs and glutes. Maybe it’s from what feels like a million plies and I’ll take it. In the weird way my body handles environmental temperature, my arms were cool to the touch and my feet were cold while my head and torso were sweating. So weird. But I sometimes get chills when I eat spicy food, so I’ve given up trying to comprehend.
It rained while we were dancing, and when I got home, the evening
air was deliciously cool and breezy. The shades had been lowered against the
sun early in the day, but tonight they were raised for the evening air to blow
through the house. Of course, all good things must come to and end, and the
breezes stopped shortly before a skunk sprayed nearby, and the fragrance is
hanging in the air and my nostrils and the back of my throat. It must be tome to close up the fortress again.
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| Gonna get hot, hot, hot. |


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