I get to dance all the time now. Full out, leotarded, leaping dance. I might try some layouts and tour jetes, if I can get off the ground. Ankle weights are a good idea. When you work with them you gain strength slowly so when you remove them your jumps appear powerful yet are almost effortless. It's like magic. My knees bend better and I feel more firmly rooted in the ground. I am dancing Nia unshod, the opposite of man in Gerard Manly Hopkins's God's Grandeur. I will feel the soil with my feet.
Brand new levi's arrived last night in the mail. They are dark denim, straight legged, and slim but not skinny cut. They feel like dungarees for another century, made for work, but work made stylish by the wearer's casual integrity. Wearing never washed but fitted new pants feels sort of transforming; they make me want to be a better woman. It is the experience so idealized by the shopping seeker, you fear it may not truly exist. But it does and I will wear them with boots!
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