If a dancer danced and no one saw,
did she really ever dance at all?
As turns collide to make her tears,
Does movement die between the fears?
Even if they stand to watch
Even as they wipe their sleeve
She does not care to ever stop
She knows not when they turn to leave.
While opinions matter and fall behind
When the room is empty and had its fill
When all the world is deaf and blind
She loves the dance and dances still..... - LUAM (yet another one of my Inspirations)
luv the post and the pic
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ummm huh.. Luam is the best
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