if I had to choose…

I would miss…sounds of life in the night; how fragile snow is and how tenacious; the feeling of happiness mixing with sadness when there is justice; the beginning found at the end; slow dancing that becomes an embrace; lying there in the afterglow; asking for rainy days and getting them; finding money and leaving it for someone else; that birds never sing in mourning; that in the end, what becomes the dancer is neither the stage nor the audience, but the song heard when alone.

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