It's the last day. It should be different.
It's the last day. It should reflect everything that came before.
Or, move just to move. Move what feels right. Kinesthetic delight. Shedding the thought "this has been done before."
MOVE SHED WRITE REPEAT
A sense of melancholy is setting in. It has been a week of goodbyes all around.
So, bye now, lady dancing in her bedroom.
Bye bye day 99, 98, 97, 96...
Suddenly I'm remembering dance classes from my early 20s with Cheryl. Lying on the floor, looking up at the picturesque cracks in the ceiling and hearing her voice: "Say goodbye to your day. Say goodbye to work, the people on the bus, your family... Say hello to your body."
MOVE SHED WRITE REPEAT
All done. Time to celebrate.
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