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Until I Dance Once Again

___ ______ No time to read? Grab your earbuds & click below. (Or subscribe wherever you listen to podcasts!) My story—in my own voice! ____ He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds. Psalms 147:3 A nameless dancer and distant memories Glancing up from my seat in the dimly lit theater, I saw you walk onto the stage. You were alone, confidence radiating from you, and a hush fell over the crowd. Though strangers, we were somehow united, you and I, both in silent anticipation. The music began—softly at first, but soon we were surrounded by the rhythm. I stilled in response, and you began to move. You were a nameless dancer on the stage, but I could not take my eyes off you. The choreography affirmed your dedication and hard work. Each step exposed your strength and grace. Your heart was visible in every move. And my own heart—it also moved, a subtle tightening as it tasted the joy and sadness of nostalgia. It seems a lifetime has passed since I was on the stage, but watchin

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