Splinters

...and when your muscles ache, when splinters of wood have driven themselves through the soles of your feet and your vision blurs, you keep dancing because no-one else knows your steps like you do.

A tribute to the difficult days and the people who come out dancing, the ones who hear "You can't do that" and respond "Just watch me". We are stubborn and determined. We fight our battles with strength and grace. And we are unstoppable.

Legs, feet and skirt are mine. Finally got electricity in the studio. Yay!