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It was beginning to feel like I had no stories left to tell. I felt drained like all I had left was nostalgia and ennui. I love the power of having a story to tell. The ability to capture an audience. To change their day, week, perspective. To bring the audience through a range of emotions. To see the tears building up with sadness to flowing out as happiness, as relief. I miss that Of standing on the stage in front of a group of intimate strangers
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Sep 3, 2017
Sep 3, 2017 at 5:43 PM UTC
intimate strangers
It was beginning to feel like I had no stories left to tell. I felt drained like all I had left was nostalgia and ennui. I love the power of having a story to tell. The ability to capture an audience. To change their day, week, perspective. To bring the audience through a range of emotions. To see the tears building up with sadness to flowing out as happiness, as relief. I miss that Of standing on the stage in front of a group of intimate strangers
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Sep 3, 2017
Sep 3, 2017 at 5:43 PM UTC
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