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#whenshedances #dance #thepowerofdance When she dances she glides like Fred Astaire. She swings like Ginger Rogers. She struts like Madonna. She sails across the floor like a schooner She leaps like a gazelle When she dances her feet carry her, but it is her soul that makes her fly. When the music begins gone are the lines on her face, aches and pains forgotten; two left feet no more. Erased are her fears; anxieties tucked in for the night. There is only the music. She clos