#realtalk — by Hailey Brooks on Friday, December 19, 2014

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Once there was a young boy who grew up in a house full of dancing shoes. I've never been that boy. My life is a lot less poetic, but a...

Fly Me to the Moon — by Hailey Brooks on Tuesday, December 16, 2014

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I remember the sky. Stars piercing the velvety night and late conversations. I don't remember if they were stars, or fireworks.  Yo...