I came to tango as an emotional refugee. I could have said “pilgrim” and it would have suggested a quest, something sacred and ennobling. But emotionally I was in rags, so deeply desperate and so thoroughly unaware of my desperation that I can only imagine myself descending from that plane shuffling and in rags. I…
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Great pleasure reading you – as usual, thks! 🙂