"'dance you shall!' he told her. 'dance in your red shoes until you are pale and cold, and your flesh shrivels down to the skeleton. dance you shall from door to door, and wherever there are children proud and vain you must knock at the door till they hear you, and are afraid of you. dance you shall. dance always.'" - hans christian andersen, the red shoes
"and if I failed to mention this detail in its proper place, it is because you cannot mention everything in its proper place, you must choose, between the things not worth mentioning and those even less so. for if you set out to mention everything you would never be done, and that's what counts, to be done, to have done. oh I know, even when you mention only a few of the things there are, you do not get done either, I know, I know." - beckett, molloy
serious as cancer when I say rhythm is a dancer
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In the Brownie Handbook there was a game we used to play called "Penny Walk." You go outside, and at every corner, flip a coin. For heads turn left, for tails turn right.
