At 10:59 on Saturday morning, in a studio off of Union Square, my yoga teacher was settling into her mat, as students put blocks under their bottoms, folded their legs, kissed palms, and took a deep breath in, to power…
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At 10:59 on Saturday morning, in a studio off of Union Square, my yoga teacher was settling into her mat, as students put blocks under their bottoms, folded their legs, kissed palms, and took a deep breath in, to power…
I Love You, Brother.
You’re a part of me, and I can’t let go. My heart hurts that yours is broken. I watch you twist and turn and I feel knotted up inside. I see you blink back tears, and my own eyes sting. I smile when you smile, brother.
Because I do care and I...
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