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Dritz danced happily to the known rhythm as he joined in the spinning and laughter. The bright colors ribbons swirled and moved around each other to create a circular dome it seems around the dancers. Their movements would range from slow to fast as the different ages did their own dance despite them being so different yet mystically in sun as the ribbons never tangled with each other or others.
After twenty minutes or so, Dritz kind of twirled himself around to a table area where he kind of at down (more like plopped down) onto the wooden bench. His face was flushed as he smiled and his shoulders shook with bubbling laughter.
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So life gave you lemons. Dilemma is...make lemonade, pie, or squirt life in the eye? I say do all three if you have enough of them.
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