dear diary,
a moment, i (more precisely, my body) understood the intricate twists required for the grapevine. for several years, i saw but i didn't understand; i accidentally felt but i could not reproduce. and then, in the middle of a meeting at work, i got it.
in judo, one is not a student until attaining the rank of black belt.
i feel one step closer to (and sometimes frustratingly not yet) being a student of tango.
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