-- Diary of a Wishful Girl --
Gracefulness. Gentleness. I feel like dancing, dancing with you in the moonlight. Let the wind lead us. Let the music of nature guide our steps. Come. Won't you take my hand and lead me to dance with you? Let's dance through the night till our feet cry out for mercy and then lie in each other's embrace, relaxing and enjoying the rest of the night. But first, let us dance as if there is no tomorrow. Won't you take my hand?
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