Adrienne turned to me after a "modern dance" piece last night and seeing tears streaming down my face, thought that I had been moved by the combination of Beatles music, the Isadora Duncan-like sarongs and adolescent ernestness.
No.
I was crying from grief. The kind of grief one feels as a relationship comes to an end. The feeling of something dying in you, something no amount of love can save.
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About Me
- sufeh
- Vancouver, BC, Canada
- I am a dancer & choreographer although these days the word choreographer rests uneasily with me. I speak 6 languages badly. According to my son, "My mom makes the best crème brulée. She smells really nice. She has a good sense of what to wear. She likes to go to the beach with me. She makes me feel safe when she's around me. She's the best mom ever." I wish I was funny.
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2 comments:
whoa. what "modern dance" piece was that?
what a relief. and here i thought you were a sucker for beatles remakes. phewf.
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