note on Sammi post:
this is the second installment of the work i've started on this project. i know liz read the beginning, but i'm not sure that b or mikey has.... let me know, boys, if you want to read the beginning parts.
also, i'd love any feedback on this. it could very easily turn into a larger memoir piece. let me know where you think i could open up into larger sections - chapters, if you will - and where things might get confusing or repetitive, or really anywhere you'd like to comment on. the more the better.
love.
She moves...
...through life in a '97 Honda Civic with a busted up back bumper.
Here's a glimpse into my tangible...
- spirit
- We are far more than the image we see in the mirror, yet so much of our self-concept comes from that illusive reflection. My challenge is to physically manifest the stuff of my mind and soul, whether through movement, words, or teaching. This is my personal goal, and I hope others will join me.
In the middle of things...
...the early days.
In the middle of things...
...in more recent days.
She dances...
...confidently down boulevards near and far.
She bounces through her days...
...single-handedly creating a scene.
Sometimes...
she spins around a little bundle of love to the tune of King Neptune's orchestra.
And sometimes...
...she just wants to be left alone.
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