Hey, I like this, could feel it, see it, and I love the sense of nostalgia,
the vivid picture of the grandmother, the dance, and the lights of the town
below. It brought back to me suddenly a picture of my mother dancing and
whirling alone, remembering younger days, and telling me, "I used to love to
dance and I was good at it." I saw her clearly in your poem, and capturing
time is one of the many things that poetry can do for us. Sue
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