I wanted to play my violin and have my musical expression through the instrument. But then I was really young when I had my first opportunity to conduct.

Your identity should not desire an authenticity from make up. The one who loves you would embrace you as you are.

" The world is a mystery that leaves behind bread crumbs.
Only the curious minds stand a chance of unmasking its secrets."

She sat, bent over, her head on her arms. She did not move, but the strands of hair, hanging down to her knees, trembled in sudden jolts once in a while.

Written By Ayn Rand

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