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I love the way Sarah moves.

She’s a hand-talker, but none of her motions are wild or flailing: she’s precise. If she’s talking about a sequence or an order of things, her hand does a dicing-vegetables motion. If she’s talking geography or anything spatial, she’ll drape her hands over imaginary items, moving them from place to place. If she’s not doing that, she’s plucking things from the air, spreading her palms over the expanse of something, or chopping both hands at the sky in unison.

When she overhears strangers talking and realizes she can help them out (with directions, facts, or general knowledge), she’ll literally tiptoe over to them, put her wrists down to her hips with her hands spread parallel to the floor, and she'll tilt her body the one side as if she’s peeking out from behind a curtain. It’s her delicate approach where she physicalizes her awareness that she’s been eavesdropping, and she’s sorry to interrupt but I have knowledge to share!

When she dances, she moves really well. She’s a girl who understands that dancing is all in the shoulders. Her signature move (whether or not she realizes she has a signature move) is to run a hand through her hair and then waggle a finger in your direction.

But my absolute favourite little movement she does (which is so simple that it’s silly how much I love it) is the nonsensical way she goes up on tiptoes when she’s trying something on in the mirror. When it’s a dress or something formal: I get it. But I’ve seen her go up on tiptoes while trying on a jean jacket and it just melts my damn heart.

I will, forever, love the way she moves.
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