A Dance I call 'Love'
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It seemed he knew the song, the way he moved to the beat, the way he mumbled out his words. It seemed like he maybe even liked the song. And before I knew it, he was...dancing?
Yes, he was dancing along to my singing. His movements were as graceful as a stream of water, the determination in his eyes was unmistakable and the smile upon his face was genuine. Slowly more people began to circle us. And although the man looked slightly embarrassed, we met eye contact and he gave me a slight nod. He continued his dancing, enchanting everyone who had stayed to watch...
Akashi Haruna is a simple woman living a simple life. But her life will change when she meets a man who will teach her the most important lessons of life.
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