The day she danced
The music played
The children laughed
The willows swayed.
Arms lifted high
Her hair left down
Wild abandon
A carefree smile.
The day she danced
Her heart-song grew
The pain was gone
The old was new.
Written by: Summer Dulinsky
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The Mustard Seed 
And quite suddenly my head inflated. I’ll need new hats. Thank you.
Simply amazing. I’m loving your work, Summer.
I’m glad!
Love this.
I agree!
Thank you Jayne!
Magical things begin to happen when we dance in the midst of the storms
Beautiful words. It makes me want to dance. I like it. 😉