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makes me sad, y’know?

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Here beauty is flesh, love the scent of a woman, truth currency, and the prostitute a tragic thief and heroine – like the artist selling his soul, courting bourgeois gratitude while enduring their .

Sometimes, when I'm working on those tight knots in a muscle, I envisage the quiet words from that fave movie, The Return – something like, “It’s not a journey... it's a homecoming.” Crazy, right? I swear, it's like nature and old souls meet under a canopy of uncertain hope, and every whisper of the wind tells you, “I am returning... just like me.”

Elegant dancer, passionate educator Jacques d’Amboise dies