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Dancing Into Old Age

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She gave me a spontaneous hug. Then went on pointe.

We were warming up for rehearsal for our all-dance show.

I was surrounded by girls. And a few young ladies. She was a young lady. She'd trained enough to be in pointe shoes. That took time and training and dedication.

Silly child. I was still taller, when I went up on tiptoes in jazz shoes. I can't go on pointe. Most men don't, and especially ancient me, a novice in the dancing world.

I was still taller. But she didn't care. She just wanted to give me a hug.

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