I Was Born to Dance With Abandon
By Jamie Finch This year, July brought a chill. And uncertainty. The weather, uncertain of itself. Me, uncertain of my heart. Last year, July had heat. Bone-frying, soul-simmering. The kind that has a character of its own defined by certain smells and sounds. Baby powder, spices, and sweat. Motorbikes and industrial fans. Loud music. The … Continue reading I Was Born to Dance With Abandon