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My feet are tired for I have danced a waltz of denial for far too long. I am faced not by the moment of truth but by an eternity of truth, and from this point, there is no turning back. I see it now as it is: imperfect, askew and beautiful. My eyes are wide open and I am ready for our next dance. Take my hand. One foot in front of the other. I promise, this time it will be different because I am different.
