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Pop taught Emma to tap before she could talk. Clickety-clack, clickety-clack, buffalo-step-stomp. “Music is everywhere,” he whispered, pulling her close. “I will show you how to make it with your feet.” They back-flapped at the Farmer’s Market, past strawberries and kettle corn, and dig-shuffle-chugged through town. And every year on Emma’s birthday, Pop and Emma put on a clickety-clacking, tip-tapping show, until the smell of Gram’s famous strawberry shortcake made their noses tingle, and their mouths water. Continued…. |
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