I love to dance. For the pure joy of expression. I loved to dance as a little girl in jazz class. During my darkest days in which I drank, I gravitated towards the dance floors as it was freedom from the madness. At that time l, I preferred to dance alone simply getting lost in the moment. Today I find it difficult to dance sober. It's a fear of letting go. I am determined to overcome this defect. To forget others may be watching and surrender to the music. To reclaim the freedom of physical expression I once possessed. In my truest form I am able to let go of all pretenses and sway to the music. Music speaks to my soul. A mere line can pull me back to a particular time, a particular memory. This is the power music holds. I will dance again as I once did-without self consciousness and without reservation. I know deep down the music still resides in me.
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