I was doing some digital Spring cleaning and found this photo taken of me at Long Beach when I first moved to NYC almost ten years ago. Looking at this 22 year old girl, I beam with pride. For her indestructible warrior spirit which never died, for her wild heart, for her oneness with the ebbs and flows of life. I feel her rage, her grace, her ability to transcend the madness of this world.
I say to her: "I know you have been beaten down by some mean blows of life, and you
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