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I find myself connecting most with the old ladies, the ones with no teeth. I know they must be younger than me! But they don’t have flabby arms with all that water fetching. An old feisty lady was dancing. She had such bad cataracts that I don’t know how she could see.  Her pupils were like milk. You could tell that she loved to play with the kids, because they were all dancing around her. One jumped up and pulled her scarf off and she got a shocked look on her face. Then she laughed and went back to dancing.

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