Women who dance
Jun 22, 2020
3 minutes
By Anna Celliers
he intro to this story could perhaps be a bit misleading. It is not a case of me suddenly having the urge to take another lady in my arms and twirl across the floor in the good old ‘’. No, if it was just a question of me pining for a bit of ‘’, I would have headed straight for the nearby town of Baardskeerdersbos to find me a tall, strong ‘leader’. There I would have fallen into his arms and let him lead me clockwise around a cake-flour-dusted dance floor in the
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