my life, and i believe all of our lives, are made up of images. moments without captions that pass so quickly, but burn themselves into what becomes memories.
3 days ago she was ten years old, chasing her brothers and i down the street, trying so hard to show us her best somersault or handspring flip.
2 days ago, she was a strong confident young adult beeming and telling me all of her plans for the future
yesterday she was in my studio, a beautiful woman dancing and prowling like a cat, full of life and power and passion.
today she is gone.
i don't know what to say. goodbye little girl. i love you.


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Namaste.