I won’t dance!

Fooled you on that one. I love to dance and have always danced. So this isn't a rejection of an offer.

It's gratitude and acceptance. And of course a tributary in the deep river of grieving.

I may never dance again, other than my solo joy moments. Moving in the air.

The dance is done.

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