I looked out of my window into the ether, and there they were, dancing on the ocean, oblivious to the waves and tides. I looked again and knew they must be spirits. Clothed in white with golden crowns and gold shoes and dancing with abandon. I sometimes thought that when I'm gone I will be wearing a golden crown and gold shoes, because that is the vision I had for decades. But here they were, wearing the same golden crown and gold shoes, and dancing. Who dances in death? And who dances on water?
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