It was only 5 minutes ago that I had composed a blog for today. The desires of a computer are stronger than mine, and I have lost what I wrote. No matter. I refuse to become upset, for life is too short to groan about lost words. So here I go again about the 10:20 dance performance I watched last night. Departing from a play reading in Mill Valley, I was greeted by a brisk wind which began pushing the fallen leaves in many directions. I looked carefully and realized that the little leaves were dancing. Twisting, turning, leaping, running, jumping, the dancers raced across their cement stage.
In the car with the car's headlights on the stage I watched as the dancing leaves entertained me on my trip home. Turning onto the main road there were no more leaves and no more dancing, but I still remember last night's performance and will never look at leaves again as just leaves.
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