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stories of the dancer in the north

and how she learned to live with grace

the swingtime queen
I am the dancer in the rain. Welcome to my journal. I am the keeper of this interesting, yet oddly written... thing. Here, recorded are my ramblings. Comments on my life, whinging about people I hate, the sharing of amusing anecdotes, and the generalness of being me.

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