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The dance was only the beginning, they soon learned.

The Moment

La multitud te aclama: ¡Otra! ¡Otra! Y te quedas ahí, absorbiendo todo. Las miradas. El cariño. Los aplausos—hasta aquellos que aplauden solamente por pura borrachera.… Read More »The Moment

Rejection

Like an ice injection in the blood vessels of someone with Raynaud’s; That is rejection.

Wooden Scars

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Lately, I find myself overly appreciating everything. Anything may turn into a lovely piece of art, and that’s not necessarily a bad thing. I’ve learned… Read More »Wooden Scars