One of the girls bought pointes and asked me to sew on the ties. Reminds me of my childhood dreaming…
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happiness is not a station you arrive at, but a manner of traveling
One of the girls bought pointes and asked me to sew on the ties. Reminds me of my childhood dreaming…
NOT A STATION 