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About:

waking up to sunlight and fresh snow is something I wish I could have all year long. raw miyagi oysters are at the top of my menu, along with dark chocolate raspberry truffles. focus, determination and persuasion are among my strongest traits although very rarely used for my intended purpose. babies, humanity, puppies, and soft touches make me wilt. lyrics stay with me immediately but three tries and counting for business calc. at my core I am a romantic, a dreamer and a stubborn brat. when I laugh I hope you will too.

Interests

Authors:	Maya Angelou
Books:	When The Elephants Dance Love in the Time of Cholera
Music:	Neo Soul
Films:	Anchorman

soulofadancer's Published Writings (2 total)

journey with my mentor

Before him, my vision would be blurry as I open my eyes welcoming in &...

Poetry

by soulofadancer

Kitchen Encounters

I never thought fish sauce would make my mouth water, Or chicken with vinegar would taste So good ...

Poetry

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soulofadancer's Published Art (2 total)

Illuminating Culture
by soulofadancer

Evening in Firenze
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weathered
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Member Writing soulofadancer is a Fan of (5)

	peace. a poet once said, "piece together the pieces in me to create peace within me." but these pieces to piece t... Poetry	Missing Parts I was born with missing parts unassuming vacuous voids wedged somewhere between my heart and the back of my tongue. ... Poetry	"The Has-Been Girlfriend" She waits. Wading her way through her own pond of waste-laid promises and words grown green from stale. Ali... Poetry
	A Father's Prerogative On Saturdays in most parks, there is an assembly of young fathers with beautiful daughters. And the mystery of it ... Other	The Woman Warrior "I've gotta go, I have a thing to go to at 7,” I shrugged. It was seven. Seven, and I’m on Dupont ... Non-fiction