Dancing blind is what they called us, we both had two left feet. I moved on the dance floor, then she followed me gracefully. Awkward it became, as they laughed at us. We did not care, as we held each other tight in love. In love with each other, in love with the rhythm of the music. In our last big turn, our canes showed. The room went silent, only the music could be heard. Now they knew we were blind, but not by the music or by our feet.
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