I stare at myself in the mirror . . .

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The memories burst inside me of recitals and competitions, spinning and flying through the air as my partners lift me or I leap impossibly high. I throw my arms around myself and laugh out loud. “Oh my God!” I say. “I can dance!”


#LoveLines

Topic: “Lift”

From: TRAVELER

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“It’s because I’m not him . . .”

Couple arguing on expenses

“I’m the one who survived.”

I shake my head. “That’s not the issue here.”

“Isn’t it?” His eyes are blazing with anger. “You think my way of making a living is beneath you. I’ll never live up to his sainted memory because I’m just not him.”


#LoveLines

Topic: “Survive”

From: DREAMER