I saw a woman dancing at the MRT station today. The first thing I looked out for once I spotted her grooving, was whether she was listening to any music. She wasn't. This woman was probably middle-aged, rather large, and wearing sunglasses. She danced her way to the control station, presumably to purchase an ezLink card. I caught her swinging her hands as she made her way to the turnstiles. Such an interesting, and yet beautiful sight, in such a strange way, don't you think?
One thought that flashed across my mind: if I started dancing with her, she'd probably think I was mad.
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