In the street dance it was as if a hundred divergent emotions got tuned into one, into something we could feel together.
Alongside my brothers and sisters, the street dance lit us up better than any lamps ever could; it was the sweetest of bliss.
The jazz had the whole street dancing, or so Pete says. He says those groovy beats got right into the bricks, into the very walls of the houses and had them dancing too.
Street dance is my light in the dark, as if each motion was a soul spark, a spark for me and those who see with the heart.
We are as the bright autumn leaves in the wind, dancing together and free, separate and one, speaking the language of the streets in our dance.
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