Bluebird 2010.

Bluebird 2010 - I saw you today. When Sara B and I met, it was one of the best moments of my life. You made my best friend cry. She was leaving. I was leaving. We both were about to live 2 separate lives. I just didn't know at the time that Bluebird of 2010 was 'the end.' You never think that "this is the end." We hope moments never do, though it did. If only a bluebird could become a white dove - I could send it to her with love. 

In Bluebird 2010 - we were back to back. I had long hair? Braids. haha Wait! Was there snow? It was after class - a messy one - an emotional one - a 'michael jackson one?' - Smile. Oh! That song . . . the improv selection for the night - super slow. Even though, we were approaching our last days . . . that class, those songs, carefully thought out. 

We packed. We wrote letters. We changed our minds.

Bluebird 2010, I never taught you again. The memory. The time. It couldn't be recaptured. It wouldn't have the same feeling. It wouldn't be . . . blue. :)

What do we do now my little Bluebird? Archive? Press Replay? Maybe one day  we can dance the dance we danced so well. 

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Dedicated to Arsineh Ananian.