Marrakech: and a tale of not forgotten dancing

It's been busy.  It's been too busy.  It's been too busy in the insurmountable To Do List way.  Oh, the deadlines.  all. of. them. 

I'm a girl buried under an avalanche of tasks.  (Hello.......... Anyone in there?)

But somewhere deep inside is a different girl.  The one who dances. The one not bothered by deadlines.  The one who takes naps in the afternoon.  And has long talks on the phone.  Yes, the one whose friends drop in to find her music turned all the way up.

Do you know her?   The girl dancing?  She's the one with wings. 



Please send her my way if you happen to see her.


Pssst. I'm in Cairo on assignment.