A dance that can never be repeated

tribute to the song: the meadow (from new moon soundtrack)
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and all you could hear was the crinkling... the pounding steps of the girl running through fallen leaves as she made her way through the meadow. she slipped off her boots, and danced bare foot until the sun rose up and morning came. with leaves the color of her flaming red hair and eyes the color of the forest around her, she made her way back... her mud-caked boots feeling like imaginary dance shoes on her feet...only she could feel.