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I pressed my hands into the small of her back, and Sank Up to my elbows, in the thick and sorrowful Tension She wound so tightly around her waist. She said our bodies hold our trauma so maybe, sometimes, Mind Can know mourning.
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Nov 13, 2017
Nov 13, 2017 at 5:01 AM UTC
“Mind over Body”
I pressed my hands into the small of her back, and Sank Up to my elbows, in the thick and sorrowful Tension She wound so tightly around her waist. She said our bodies hold our trauma so maybe, sometimes, Mind Can know mourning.
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28/Northampton, MA
Nov 13, 2017
Nov 13, 2017 at 5:01 AM UTC
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