And as I searched the sky for a fingernail of moonlight to hang a metaphor on, I forgot the pressure of the crushing, shuffling crowd and knew only that I was bursting from within with the need to hit the ground running so hard my feet blister.
It's International Week at work, and I'm teaching a little big about Central America. So this is what my students will be singing tomorrow in class. Thanks Gwen
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