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Victoria's Dance

I remember walking between classes, to and from my dorm, and with grass and trees all around me it was so easy to imagine Victoria running across the lawn and crying "Faustyna! Faustyna!" That was the name of the young noblewoman Victoria so adored. Then I would go back to my room and write it all down.

I am not bitter! I'm grateful to have this. I would never have guessed that one day I could do all this on my phone. We are so blessed, and there are so many wonderful things in my life. When I look back on the past, the places I remember most vividly are the ones where I wrote. I captured a part of them forever in my stories. I will always have those places, just as now I capture places in my stories. Amusingly, they consist of two Starbucks and River Legacy Park.

I am listening to traditional Chinese music at Summer Party but, thank goodness, no erhu. I can't listen right now and not think of how poor my skills are yet. Of course I have to give it time and attention, but I feel impatient at my own lack of them.

Some horrible girl tried to steal from my lady. I think she's upset. My poor lady, I hate to leave her, but I must.

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