“Growing up in NYC,The broken sidewalks, graffiti filled subways, and humid Laundromats, did not offer solace. I found solace in the strings of my violin, in my ballet slippers at the studio, and while gazing at frescoes in the halls… — Susan Anne Russell Copy Share Image
“For I have satiated the weary soul, and I have replenished every sorrowful soul.” +” — Anonymous Copy Share Image
