Dancing in the Shadows
To be able to dance, laugh and celebrate life. A wonderful story.
“Imagine, Juliette, you’re at a party in the library of Alexandria with all of the authors, librarians, scribes, architects, builders, artists, and craftsmen, and you’re the one dancing on the table.”
Tellias look at me sideways and smiled. He looks like he is only nineteen, but he is older than the Roman Empire.
I didn’t say anything back but I have to admit it made sense in a weird sort of way all things considering. OK not really but I like the way it sounds. I could use a little dancing in my life right now.
He slowly got out of his chair and held out his hands like Fred to Ginger except he was the blonde. “Dance with me my dear.”
With his almost white hair flowing around his shoulders, in a white tuxedo shirt with a zillion little tucks, and black jeans, he waltzed me around the room.
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