Sunday Stories

Sunflower Sunflower, her name was Sunflower.  She walked through the halls with grace. Her toned muscles working under the surface of her skin like ripples in a pond.  She moved like the seven-days-a-week dancer she was.  Toiling away in the studio, her home away from home.  Tap, ballet, modern, contemporary, jazz, and hip-hop; every styleContinue reading “Sunday Stories”