The Christmas dancers

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The Christmas dancers

December 18, 2016
Last night, the Latin dance studio was filled with fairy dust. Everyone came from everywhere for the Christmas party and this disheveled little owl's dance partners told her story after story. About a just-settled new home; about going to back to uni to study teaching; about roses; about being Spanish, and so many more. And then, someone asked this little owl if her name was Linda and told her she had been a student supporter in his dance class some eight years ago and that the dances he had with her were lovely. "Rupert," he said. "My name's Rupert." And this little owl remembered. And then, when it was late, this little owl drank her first-ever apple cider in the heat with a new dancer-friend, and told him her stories. And he told her his. And then the little owl flew back to her tree. And slept.