Ginger Me

In another dimension I’m dancing in front of the floor to ceiling window of a city apartment. It’s gray and foggy out and I’m in a tank top, boyshorts, and fluffy socks dancing to the same song I’m dancing to now, absent minded, present fully. As I dance now in front of my bathroom mirror I’m aware of that version of me. I picture her so precisely; I wonder if she’s happy, but I’m more curious about her level of peace. Is she more at peace there than I am here? Or is it a mutual peace of mind that’s allowed me to get this glimpse of her?

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