Walking is a kind of dance.
Dancing is the only way to move.
(this from my 6-year-old back when she was a 4-or-5-year-old.)
Something to remember
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you rock the party that rocks my body. i used to love dancing, and now don’t find the time. i’m reassured that i dance when i walk. wise words from a small dancer. a child who moves in mysterious ways.
“But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell!
Did ye not hear it?—No! ’t was but the wind,
Or the car rattling o’er the stony street.
On with the DANCE! let joy be unconfined;
No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet
To chase the glowing hours with flying feet.”
—George Gordon Noel Byron, Lord Byron (1788–1824),Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, Canto iii. Stanza 22.
“When you do DANCE, I wish you
A wave o’ the sea, 1 that you might ever do
Nothing but that.”
—William Shakespeare (1564–1616), The Winter’s Tale. Act iv. Sc. 4.
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