Your Piercing Eyes

subway station Lincoln center in NYC
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It’s 5:00am. Time to wake up. Rehearsal starts at 8:00am. Warm-up starts at 7:30am. I have to be on the subway at 6:30am. Being late means gruesome extra physical conditioning. Being a barista doesn’t pay much. It pays rent. Being a waitress kills my tired leg. It gives me free food. Some money to save.

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craves for more adventures and connections with others through the “why” and the “how” with kindness, challenges, incompleteness, with a touch of cowardliness

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