Laughing smiles, swirling gowns and delicate tapered heels. The room was a swirl, a veritable maelstrom of color spinning round and round and round. The night was cool, the air was clean, and the stars were all a bright. And swirls of clouds wreathed the moon in a milky halo of light. I looked at him and he looked at me, with eyes as bright as the sky. I hated him but oh how I loved him just as much.
And so we danced. Because that’s all we could do.
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