Steps Into The Light
Some dances begin with the smallest of steps
In the stillness of her room, Sarah traced her fingers across the blank pages of her journal. The leather-bound book had become her constant companion, a silent confidant in a world that often felt too loud, too demanding. Her pen hovered over the pristine paper, hesitating for just a moment before the ink began to flow. "I want to interact with the world," she wrote, the words appearing smaller than she intended, as if e...
