I know there’s a God, for I know the lip reader.
At first glance, you wouldn’t guess that Jila (pronounced, Djee lah) is anything special. She is barely five feet tall. An occasional strand of gray adorns her long black hair. Jila is a middle aged woman whose appearance belies her inner strengths and weaknesses. She suffers from chronic back pain, the result of two traffic accidents. But her pain is concealed behind a perfect smile, behind teeth a fashion model would envy. And she dances.
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