And standing there in that concert hall, I fell in love with
a new sensation. I was not a
woman, not a girl. I was no longer
just a numbered student in a clockwork world. I was a drum, beaten by the universe. The vibrations racing up through the
soles of my feet and into my hands then out the tips of my hair. I was a wild child, something unique
and beautiful. I was free.
The work of a girl-woman whose sole talents are writing and being lazy.
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