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I inhale into my back bend as my mother and pregnant aunt do the same. my mother’s toes begin to wiggle on their own my aunt, eyes closed and belly full, mumbles along with the mantra words that are unfamiliar to me yet are home. Keith prefers to be called Di Laoshi but I call him Keith in private even though he compliments me on my characters and wants to send me to Beijing. I smile because xiexie is easier to pronounce than wo bu zhidao. my teacher named for a province in Spain says he has adopted himself. the yoga DVD instructs to drink from the well, so I call to Aunt Lakshmi Di Laoshi Master Ozuna and I do.
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Apr 16, 2011
Apr 16, 2011 at 7:35 PM UTC
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I inhale into my back bend as my mother and pregnant aunt do the same. my mother’s toes begin to wiggle on their own my aunt, eyes closed and belly full, mumbles along with the mantra words that are unfamiliar to me yet are home. Keith prefers to be called Di Laoshi but I call him Keith in private even though he compliments me on my characters and wants to send me to Beijing. I smile because xiexie is easier to pronounce than wo bu zhidao. my teacher named for a province in Spain says he has adopted himself. the yoga DVD instructs to drink from the well, so I call to Aunt Lakshmi Di Laoshi Master Ozuna and I do.
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hannah-johnson
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Apr 16, 2011
Apr 16, 2011 at 7:35 PM UTC
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