Her mother told her she was born to dance. She said, in the womb her heart tattooed her future steps on a kind of fever chart, a balletic horoscope of her every move. The first time she heard the blues, she slipped on her shoes, pointed her toes and pirouetted out the door, jazzed and […]
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