The Dance
As the wind melodically whipped through the shrubs and the setting sun wound its way through the clouds, rain fell like confetti from the sky. The telephone poles, hunched and bent from years of hard work, all lined up for a grand night at the desert Ball.
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Tuesday, May 7, 2013
The Dance
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