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When people talk about "one last waltz," they usually mean the one last thing someone does before they die. It's a death wish of sorts, I guess. I wonder what mine will be? I wonder if I'll have accomplished everything I've always wanted to...
The first thing I thought of was one of those white starched collars that men in the regency era wore. That in turn gets me thinking about Jane Austen, then Pride and Prejudice, and then Colin Firth, whom I had a dream about this morning.
She ran her hand down the cold stone, remembering, seeing, running picture after picture through her weary head. The pillar was black marble, and was one of hundreds that marched down the great hall. She sighed, this one was like all of the others, smooth and perfectly finished. She'd never find it.