We danced to Rock With You as the last song in my dance class yesterday. It pulled at my heartstrings – such a bittersweet moment. Michael Jackson’s life was such a paradox, both a tragedy and a testament to the power of talent and creativity. We’ve made him our tragedy, our icon.
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Good morning Christine~ Yes, America has definitely lost an icon. He was a creative entity and one who was tormented throughout life in one way or another. But, at least he had his music and dance to keep him company through it all.
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Yes, it’s very sad.
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