She danced every dance likea waltz, and it was always the same waltz - the waltz of coming home to something, of inevitable, fated return.
He went through life with his hands firmly shoved into his pockets. She danced.
She danced every dance likea waltz, and it was always the same waltz - the waltz of coming home to something, of inevitable, fated return.
He went through life with his hands firmly shoved into his pockets. She danced.