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  <subtitle>Much ado about the usual nothing.</subtitle>
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    <title>&quot;...and dance with me, for all our days.&quot;</title>
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    <published>2008-08-02T22:21:39+00:00</published>
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<p>The title of the post contains the ending of my mother's vow to Paul -- whom she met in a ballroom dance class -- as they lit candles honoring the spouses they'd each lost to cancer in years past.</p>
<p>You had a long road getting here, Mom, and now that I've met him, I can see how happy he makes you.</p>
<p>(Backdated one day to her wedding day, since I couldn't edit photos in the hotel room.)</p>
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<p>The title of the post contains the ending of my mother's vow to Paul -- whom she met in a ballroom dance class -- as they lit candles honoring the spouses they'd each lost to cancer in years past.</p>
<p>You had a long road getting here, Mom, and now that I've met him, I can see how happy he makes you.</p>
<p>(Backdated one day to her wedding day, since I couldn't edit photos in the hotel room.)</p>
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