What has to happen for one to embrace a member of the opposite sex, and for her to raise one foot in the air?
Is it a timelessly heady concoction of French champagne, Cary Grant & Audrey Hepburn. Or of flowery dresses, Vespas and a lilting chanson.
Or simply instinctive expression... or mother-daughter training from the days when a lady would thank a gentleman for a pleasing sojourn out.
I hope so.
It can't just be plantar fasciitis.
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