Often as I am waking up in the morning there is tango music playing in my head and I soon realize I am also dancing . . .in my head. Today it was a milonga and I was leading, perfectly of course . . . just gliding across the floor. It’s hard work to drag oneself into waking consciousness, to wake up from such bliss! Why would I want to?
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