Wednesday, May 23, 2012


Evelyn: Every once in a while you get a young child on the dance floor - inspired by his/her own rhythm; imagination billowing, twinkle toes moving and running, spinning and leaping, eventually the ornaments are in the way and become the residue of her experience. Sometimes I too drop all the ornaments of my being in a heap, and breathe there, present and real.

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