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this is my favorite picture of myself.
it always has been.
i am 8 years old in modern dance class.
i am one of the highest jumpers.
i remember loving myself then.
whenever i doubt myself i remember this picture.
because while i cant get back what i once had...
i can learn to be that free again.
The way of love is not a subtle argument.
The door there is devastation.
Birds make great sky-circles
of their freedom.
How do they learn it?
They fall, and falling,
they are given wings.
-rumi-
(yes thats where my back tattoo is from.)