Monday, July 2, 2012

to pay my dues

When every morning I look out the kitchen window and think about the possibilities...of wood and winding staircases and hazelnut soup, of Dutch and caramel colored horses that are gigantic...before the curtains have opened and my name and bio are on the program, and I'm back in the dressing room head in sweaty hands, breathing hard, anything but fearless.

I am anything but fearless.

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