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I was at a dance a few years ago, sober as a judge, and everybody was encouraged to dance.
They got us all dancing in groups, and it was really fun. I of course am to signifigant to have fun, but as the evening went on, I had more and more of it, in spite of myself. Here I was dancing with young people, old people, fat and skinny people. Lots of really unique people of every background. And as I looked around at all the smiling faces, I realized that they were ALL BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE.
That perception has remained with me whenever I meet someone who is alive and fully engaged.
So, how does it feel to be one of the beautiful people ?
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