ciudad y aeropuerto

Some improvisation in Santiago and the airport of Panama City. I don't have writing to accompany this, but the dancing still filled me with joy!

Found some fun makeshift stages while I was visiting Santiago, Chile, specifically in Cerro Lucia :)

Almost died of exhaustion on my 48 hour travel to the US and back to Chile and had to heal my soul a little by dancing at 7 am in Panama.



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