
When I was a little girl, I began to dance. Well, maybe it was just more like swaying, jumping, and twirling around. But I loved how it felt. It wasn’t really in conjunction with any music, but I just loved to move my body in expressive ways. It felt, to me, magical. But I definitely didn’t stay that way forever.
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