A month ago I went to a dance performance at an arts high school in Chicago, and I was reminded of everything that matters.
I was sitting with two of my closest friends, watching young adults filled to the BRIM with love for their art. They were consumed. I could see it in every movement, every moment , the simmering of:
I cannot live or breathe without t…
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