Stilted, stretching, finding escapes of old age in dancing
rhythms of fate.
Toasting each other, flouncing around, touching upon
respectful narratives to portray a beautiful serenity felt
deeply inside.
Sure-footed, hanging back, awaiting steps to be taken and
exacted, back to the beginning.
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