I feel like I'm at the studio all the time lately. Like every free moment I have I spend in the studio.
The floors smell a little too strongly like lemon and the pain in my feet is comforting and cold of the bar on the leg stings and I love the color of it all.
"Forget it all. Forget everything except for why it is that you love to dance."
Wouldn't have it any other way.
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