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I went to that website.
He's got an awesome perspective about dancing.
When I was younger, I wish I would have had an instructor because I probably would have been a lot better even though I was told I was good.
I used to come down to Toronto (from Barrie, an hour north) to the clubs to hear some good tunes and watch the dancers in the crowd.
They were far and few between let me tell you.
Some of the club dancers were pretty good but not all.
I'd be dancing, be secretly I was scoping the floor for people (most girls at that time) that had rythum and could bust a move which was like a blue steak; RARE at best.
I'd learn what I was watching, try it out, practice it; it was the best classroom enviornment. 
This winter I'm going to the gym to loose some weight and get back into dancing.
I haven't seriously been dancing for a while and I miss it large. 
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"...End? No, the journey doesn't end here. Death is just another path...one that we all must take.
The grey rain-curtain of this world rolls back, and all change to silver glass...and then you see it...
...white shores...and beyond...the far green country under a swift sunrise."
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