I'm losing my voice. It's slowly getting quieter and quieter. It seems to most that I am soft-spoken lady, but I know that I am in pain.
Today I did this pose, and I couldn't help thinking of mermaids. I love fairy tales. In my youth I was lucky enough to visit Hans Christian Anderson's home in Denmark. I loved their coins at the time (they were shaped like donuts). But anyway, I feel like I've lost my voice in a reverse "Little Mermaid" story. She loses her voice to catch the boy; I lose my voice when he leaves.
I love stories about sirens. Perhaps I'll quietly read about them and get better.