Dancing by the sea. A man playing a violin standing under the moon, people passing by. I stop, on a whim, and ask him if he’ll play the Anniversary Waltz for us. My husband and I dance there, on the sidewalk by the cement tables where old men play checkers and chess all day long. Right there on the sidewalk by the beach in Waikiki; people passing by. The trade winds blow gently, and carry that song into my heart all the way home.
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