Molting

[cswallow]

 
I start entries, leave them half-written, and tired. Pies without filling.

Misa tells me to day that I am "glowing." I grin back at her. It's usually something I hear when I fall in love. This time, though, the glow was of having danced yesterday in New York - a fantastic lesson, wonderful partnering, feeling all my training in Beijing start to pay

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But remember, too...

[anonymous]

Those feathers you shed aren't just "baggage;" they also make beautiful quills, and can produce the most delicate, calligraphic strokes.

ps

[anonymous]

and I do mean that metaphorically.