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She sits on a stool in the kitchen The last of the evening sun caressing her face She spent the last 2 hours dancing Her body being moved by the music Freedom flowing through her veins She couldn't talk that day All she could do was allow her body its voice Trusting it to show her the way She lit 4 candles One for each of them Her mother Her sister Her grandmother And her Her body moving Freeing each of them as she moved Past present and future dancing Secrets whispered and revealed through her body
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Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 5:35 AM UTC
Evening Sun
She sits on a stool in the kitchen The last of the evening sun caressing her face She spent the last 2 hours dancing Her body being moved by the music Freedom flowing through her veins She couldn't talk that day All she could do was allow her body its voice Trusting it to show her the way She lit 4 candles One for each of them Her mother Her sister Her grandmother And her Her body moving Freeing each of them as she moved Past present and future dancing Secrets whispered and revealed through her body
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Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 5:35 AM UTC
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