Memories and the Sound of Birds

I wanted to work with some old choreography the other week, playing with the many modifications I’d need to make to accommodate this pregnant body of mine. ⁣⁣

This little study was taken from a piece I made almost 10 years ago about my love, Mike. ⁣
We were in a weird phase. ⁣
We had dated and then broken up and were “just friends”. ⁣
There was something different about him, about us. Something special. He could feel it too. ⁣
It scared me. It scared us both. ⁣

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He told me one summer day back then, as we were lying in the grass in Rittenhouse Square, a beautiful park in center city Philadelphia, ⁣
of a dream he had about us in lying in bed together with the window open ⁣
and the sound of the ocean filtering in. ⁣

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As we were lying there, my belly began to grow. ⁣

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#26weeks