Vanessa stood on my kitchen floor, a little embarrassed at all the attention. The rest of us cheered convincingly.
“Come on, show us!”
“Yeah, you can do it!”
Grinning, Vanessa agreed. Her feet began to move across the floor, and even muffled by her socks, I heard the rhythm of a true tap dancer, soul-dancing, uninhibited and free.
Sunday, November 05, 2006
Tap Dancer
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2 musings:
this little girl doesnt seem very shy to me... ;)
love ya and miss ya! are u at youth specialties as well?!! be good dearest emily E.
you are so right. ergo, change of picture. no, i am doing laundry and homework in lincoln, ne. boring. but that's the result of not being informed. :P love ya!
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