The Beauty of My Autism
When I was five, I remember dancing. For me, dancing was a primitive release, and I remember the liberation and the joy – the pure and intense joy – that […]
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When I was five, I remember dancing. For me, dancing was a primitive release, and I remember the liberation and the joy – the pure and intense joy – that […]
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