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  • Writer's pictureHannah Telluselle


The soft rustle of leaves. The green grass becomes a cushion for my feet. They've been in shoes too much. I let my toes spread out. Gently, I alternate right and left.

I bend my knees and let my hips start to sway in tune with each step. I'm dancing Hula again.

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