So I'm sitting here blissfully sore, and I remember yet another reason why I love dance so much. No matter how bruised or battered my soul is, dance class will fix it. One hour of being a blank puppet, filled with no other consciousness but the music and the choreography. By the time I leave, with thighs burning and aching bones (hey, I'm not
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