Minds waltzing to the Tennessee waltz as feel slide and glide
across the dance floor, losing self in the tempos slowly de-
riving delight and pleasure.
All the while being soothed and comforted in the darkness of
night, releasing the turmoil and stress of the day, now freed
from all the tension this day brought forward.
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