Do you wanna dance?

I would only believe in a God that knows how to dance- Friedrich Nietzsche

I don't know what it is about a group of girls spinning simultaneously, arms spread wide, tutus propped just so, buns atop their heads, simply using their bodies in the most beautiful way we know how.

My heart dearly misses it.
... and we danced like a wave on the ocean.

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