It’s a heat wave in New York, and getting around can be rough. Crowds appear on airconditioned trains as if drawn to the cool air. No one seems to be in a mood to smile. All are waiting for the next cold front which may never come.
I rise up at 6am in order to make it to an 8:30 class where I am accompanying an upper level professional ballet class, j…
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