"Good morning, starlings," she whispered into the Rode microphone clipped to her organic cotton hoodie. "Today, we’re deconstructing the art of the slow morning."
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She reached forward, her finger hovering over the "Post" button. It was the most terrifying thing she had ever done. Because for the first time, she wasn't performing. "Good morning, starlings," she whispered into the Rode