No Hands, all feet and hips.

Dancing at No Hands? My seventeen year old self is in ecstasy! I must’ve walked across/swum under this bridge every other day at that age. My thirty seven year old self would take the time to enjoy this as often as possible, as well- I wish this dance floor could exist again.
Thanks dear Jason Adair for sending this to me!
1 Comments:
I can just see you, cutting that riverside rug. You always were, still are, a magnificent dancer.
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