Thanks to Hippocampus Magazine, for publishing this essay. I say it is mine, but really, it isn’t. You’ll see.
Beacon
A strong light that can be seen from far away. Someone who guides or gives hope to others.
Thanks to Hippocampus Magazine, for publishing this essay. I say it is mine, but really, it isn’t. You’ll see.
That was heartbreakingly beautiful! I have tears in my eyes.
Thank you, Alethea. It’s been seven years now. Still breaks mine!
Is she still dancing?
No. Ballet is beautiful and brutal.
Sadly 😦