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the moon, the mud and the inside of a coffee mug.
Sometime ago I googled if we, us, everyone, was experiencing Mercury Retrograde or did it only show up at my door. Winter was ending and the ocean on the horizon was gradually turning a deeper blue. A finger on light switch turning down the brightness. It is March, I will be different. I woke up…
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Ignoring the Algorithm with a Cup of Coffee.
Was it in the lack of concern for being considered cool? For being seen? Was it because I liked to sleep in? Was it my love for procrastination and self-doubt? Maybe if I focused all my energy into getting my downward dog correct or into lifting myself into crow, possibly I could tilt my world…
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The sense of nothing 