The overwhelming experience of holding Jeanne Boyle's hand in Connecticut Square Dance at 14
I can still feel it. Complete joy. We meet once in Brooklyn afterwards. I overdressed and looked absurd. We talked about nothing that I can remember. And that was the end. So many of these moments in life, the "what ifs." Shrugged off by our delusional and childish idea of immortality. Life was a book I could reread or rewrite as needed. Not true I finally know for certain.
Wow, you have to let me know who your dealer is
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