Is there anything more captivating, futile and poetic than couples' ice dancing?
I think I got hooked in 1984, right after that momentus Torville and Dean performance (I was only 6 at the time: I still remember holding my breath and thinking how beautiful it was), and I'm still in awe today, 26 years later.
It must take a hell a lot of work to be so light and free...
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