I have never been a beautiful girl. I am pretty, perhaps, but nothing more. For a long time, I didn’t notice, because my lack of physical beauty made me no less striking to the peopleContinue reading
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The Art of Flying
When I was little, I used to dream about flying. Each time the dream reoccurred, I would be standing on the roof of my bedroom, hands outstretched, trying to catch the gleaming stars as ifContinue reading