"Don't cry for me..."
April 1st 2010 He leaned into his partner, pressing forehead to forehead, closing his eyes; his partner placed a firm hand low on his back. The music started, and it was only them, in a long, dimly lit milonga, alone amid the twenty-odd other couples dancing tango.
It was 1 am, on a Wednesday night. Somewhere in Buenos Aires. And I sat against the wall, mesmerized by this dance, wishing I were an experie
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