When I am alone in an elevator, I march in and then spin, facing the front again and clasp my hands behind my back right as the door slides closed as if I were leaving the bridge on Star Trek.
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It is said a siren is made to sing, to lure sailors to their deaths with their beautiful songs. They were created for the single purpose of singing their songs. And so it is with me; I feel in my very bones that my life was created to write. My entire being is destined to word dance into peoples hearts and change them with the words on my heart. This is my journey to find my song, my dance, my words.
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