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I have this malady I fear is terminal, a creeping fungus that refuses to recede. I am a writer you see, and despite all my best efforts, I can deny this disease no longer. I mean no one in their … Continue reading
Sometime around the age of four I became obsessed with ballerinas. I don’t know if it was the tutu or the toe shoes or the reenacted fairy tales but for whatever reason, I was intrigued. The only thing I wanted … Continue reading