
Her audience stirs, disconcerted, as she drifts across the stage. Simple, almost invisible in her quietude, she waits, until, like a thousand tiny bubbles, the music rises around her. The seductive beat generates friction against her skin, generating a spark to light the ember within. Now, arms wide open, she can release the veracity of her spirit, radiant, overflowing, unstoppable.
~Jodi Diderrich
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