sunshinemiss
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The break up of my love and I, the death of my former patient, and a soul that was shaken to the core led me to sell my house and rest for a bit. I sailed the Chesapeake and tried my hand at living in Nashville. I made peace with my ailing father, and met my sister. I tried to make a life in the United States, but it didn't work. My ex-lover, the man who had been my world, called me. In his heavy accent, he said, "Darrrrrling." I shivered at his voice. "Chu have always a said dat chu want to learn to speak a Spanish. Go learn."... And what could I do but surrender? Nothing... there was nothing but to surrender. So I did. I moved to South America... I took a class to learn to teach English.... and I remembered how to breathe again. Every night... we went out, my new Latino friends and I. Until 5 in the morning we stayed at a bar... high in the Andes Mountains. Dancing away the demons I called it. I learned salsa, traditional bull fighting dances the beer dances and the marriage dance. Sweat soaked, and deeply tired, I danced until there was nothing in me to dance away. And the next part shocked me. I danced to receive. They held me tight, these men in their llama wool ponchos or their thick university jackets ... they cheered as I danced on the bar; or played music as I undulated around a crooked tree under the full moon. They spun me round until I was dizzy. And then they pulled me close until I was dizzier. Julio and Miguel and Luis... we danced and we laughed and we drank rum and we drank in the moon. And when it was all over, I'd found my heart again. "Es natural" they would say about anything that was on my mind - sadness, loneliness, passion, joy... it was all natural...nah too rahl they would say... nah too rahl. I sobbed in pain or cried in ecstasy... and it was nah too rahl. *smiles. And I learned to live in a new world, to submit to the culture, the tempo of the land, the language of the people. And I found my Truth... and the Truth was love. I learned to submit to love. and then.....
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Yes, I am a wonton hussy... and still sweet as 3.14
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