Tuesday, March 9, 2010


She moves like a symphony, everything in accord. Every aspect of her is in consonance. She’s the product of deliberate, skillful, practiced, logical decisions. I’ve not yet had the opportunity to see her dance, but the way she walks is like a dance. Close enough for me. I’ll take what I can get, and it seems like lots of looking is about all I can have. We’re friends, and we talk frequently. She’s calm, analytical and disarming. I’m conflicted, emotional, and angst-ridden.

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