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“What’s on tree-girl’s pants?” Thalia absently massaged a tweaky tendon. “Strawberry jam? Or —” she grinned, “ A splotch from a berry eating bird in her braannnnn-chez?”
“Or,” Nia’s frown lines furrowed, “Somebody failed to properly clean our brush after its last use.”
“Mmmmm… I love our life.” Calliope took note of cedar branches swaying in the strong winds outside studio’s window. “We’re rooted… yet open to growth. Every day… we feel the joy of showing up as ourselves… straight in the real world.”
I never practice, I always play.
~ Wanda Landowska