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Dancing Barefoot in Atlanta
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44 Dancing Barefoot in Atlanta Tonight, for many reasons, I think of my friend from Buenos Aires who survived such horrific torture that even now after all these years I cannot write about it, although he told me everything. I remember his lost shoes at a crowded party where we danced for hours only with each other. I think of his soft scarred hands, his voice quietly speaking into my ear, his small body holding onto me. And though we never fell in love and he was old enough to be my father when I think about my life’s most extraordinary moments I am dancing, barefoot in Atlanta Georgia in the arms of the bravest man I will ever know. And he is laughing. ...