04.03.2026
In response to Esther’s writing prompt:
https://estherchilton.co.uk/2026/03/04/writing-prompts-105/
Dance
Not every dance
needs music.
Sometimes it is the wind
moving through tall grass,
or waves
folding themselves
onto the shore.
Sometimes it is two shadows
crossing the same street
at dusk.
We dance without knowing it —
in laughter,
in grief,
in the quiet turning
of seasons.
Even the stars
keep rhythm
in the dark.
And somewhere inside us
a small spark
still remembers
how to move
with the universe.
— Maggie
The Afterlove Voice 💫
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