In my last life, I was a disco queen. They called me a brick house and a bunny.  Young, alive, free, in love. Things were far out and my dance moves were awesome possum. I felt the funk and did the boogie. I wore sequins and stayed up until dawn, limbs wrapped around strangers, eyes dilated even in the bright morning sun. I was chemically out of balance, but always sang in harmony.

 

Those days are but a daze, but I still have my disco nights.

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xoxo, L

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a photo series with Matt Wiehl