Cottonwood seeds floating, sun shining. Water rushing in the background.
What do you do with this wide-open space? The twirls feel stiff at first, but they loosen quickly. The stage is all yours, and it does not take long to open your arms to it; it does not take long for the songs to break free from your throat. Anything can happen—whatever you wish.
Enjoy the sun warming your shoulders, blessing these minutes, these twirls, these songs.
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