This week we lost Olivia Newton John.
A strangely melancholic feeling sits heavy in my chest and all I want to listen to is Olivia singing Xanadu. Or anything she wants. All my little girl dreams have risen from the ether to surround me, of wishing I could grow up to be like her, to sing like that, to be empowered and awe inspiring like Bad Sandy in Gre…
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