let us dance just you and me across the cracked and worn wood floor and through the dark and musty air of this ancient, deserted ball room where women better than you and men better than me once met and loved and returned to dance again and again let their ghostly presence be a constant reminder of how the minute waltz can last forever
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A die-hard romantic with an unyielding passion for a creative life. I make few compromises in my choices, and I live by a strict code of getting it "right."
Time passes; it does.
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Strange; isn't it? We see the past, and imbue it with a nostalgia that, while undeserved, at least soothes our memory....