- this is a tale of striking out alone - learning to dance with fear, to march barefoot and bold, and to trade comfort for wild and brutal dreaming and living. It's about wishing and hoping, longing and trying, and whatever I choose to write about in between. It's about social justice and the struggle between marveling at the beauty of life and opening my eyes to hell.
Sunday, March 11, 2012
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me and Marci and Mayline - pink heads and pink faces - marching for women's day in the 12noon heat
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