Friend- I just did an abstract for a house on Terpsichore Street. I thought, naturally enough, of you.
Me-Whys that?
Friend- Remember? Terpsichore is the muse of dance. I think you're her daughter.
The muse thought to herself, "Let us put skin on joy. She'll need long legs for dancing; she'll want bright eyes for seeing her way. We'll want deep deep passions to make her go. She'll have high highs and low lows."
A nymph looked on critically and said, "It's a real bitch that loving powerfully makes you so fragile."
The muse nodded and said, "Yeah. Better put a little stiffening in the heart. Make her strong."
A nymph looked on critically and said, "It's a real bitch that loving powerfully makes you so fragile."
The muse nodded and said, "Yeah. Better put a little stiffening in the heart. Make her strong."
Fate brings two unlikely friends together, even when hundreds of miles are in between them.
Thank you.
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