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Dancing Over the Rays of Light in Bloomington, MN
Current price: $15.95

Dancing Over the Rays of Light in Bloomington, MN
Current price: $15.95
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Dancing Over the Rays of Light
is set in a Kansas retirement home and environs. It touches on the humor and pathos of the elderly, who sit, gossip, and dream while being largely ignored by their following generations. It is narrated by a wee cluster of cells that wakes up one morning with no memory of who, where, or even what he/she/it is. On finding that he is a very old man, he proceeds to discover his reason for being with the aid of a yoga instructor, a set of fellow inmates, a teenage girl detective, a sassy scrap of wood, and a nip or two of hooch.
is set in a Kansas retirement home and environs. It touches on the humor and pathos of the elderly, who sit, gossip, and dream while being largely ignored by their following generations. It is narrated by a wee cluster of cells that wakes up one morning with no memory of who, where, or even what he/she/it is. On finding that he is a very old man, he proceeds to discover his reason for being with the aid of a yoga instructor, a set of fellow inmates, a teenage girl detective, a sassy scrap of wood, and a nip or two of hooch.
Dancing Over the Rays of Light
is set in a Kansas retirement home and environs. It touches on the humor and pathos of the elderly, who sit, gossip, and dream while being largely ignored by their following generations. It is narrated by a wee cluster of cells that wakes up one morning with no memory of who, where, or even what he/she/it is. On finding that he is a very old man, he proceeds to discover his reason for being with the aid of a yoga instructor, a set of fellow inmates, a teenage girl detective, a sassy scrap of wood, and a nip or two of hooch.
is set in a Kansas retirement home and environs. It touches on the humor and pathos of the elderly, who sit, gossip, and dream while being largely ignored by their following generations. It is narrated by a wee cluster of cells that wakes up one morning with no memory of who, where, or even what he/she/it is. On finding that he is a very old man, he proceeds to discover his reason for being with the aid of a yoga instructor, a set of fellow inmates, a teenage girl detective, a sassy scrap of wood, and a nip or two of hooch.