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I used to dance

I used to dance

This picture hangs above my kitchen table. It was originally a gift my sister and I bought for my dad but has been with me since the day we tried to give it to him. My dad explained art doesn’t speak the same to everyone. The picture always spoke to me. I always fantasized looking at this picture. To be that wealthy, beautiful lady dancing in the rain on the beach with someone she was completely in love with. I…

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