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Dancing in the rain

I found this photo of me dancing from a few years ago. Growing up, walking in the rain and dancing were two of my most favorite things. They made me happy and warm inside. Then I moved to Houston where every raindrop fills a bucket. I could still dance, but sadly, I was no longer able to walk in the rain. Then real adult life happened. And it often rained a lot of other things than water. I continued to dance through it all. Reflecting on this tonight brought a smile to my face. Not only could I walk in the rain... I had mastered dancing in the rain!

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