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~Swan Song~She remembers dancing the Charleston, big bands when music was
music. Her hands, graceful birds fluttering at her sides, she turns slowly,
eyes half closed, drifts off into space. ~WordWulf~
~Swan Song~She remembers dancing the Charleston, big bands when music was
music. Her hands, graceful birds fluttering at her sides, she turns slowly,
eyes half closed, drifts off into space. ~WordWulf~
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