Category: Yoga
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My window at night, ii
My friend, why do you call on me this way, when I am alone in the dark and have no refuge? — your familiarity, so foreign to the daylight, always guessing my thoughts, correctly, though I resent it. You bounce with ease in the warm evening air, wafting over my chest and around my legs,…
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Seven things I know about happiness
First, that it is like a wave … that rolls across you standing there and lifts you just a bit, …
