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My body Arrives, Still Hot and Driving The beat Of my run. And the Practice It finds there Is more rest Than rhythm More stillness Than shifts. And I breathe Into body Over and over As my mind Insists We move on.
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Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 4:06 PM UTC
Why I Practice: Day 12 of 30
My body Arrives, Still Hot and Driving The beat Of my run. And the Practice It finds there Is more rest Than rhythm More stillness Than shifts. And I breathe Into body Over and over As my mind Insists We move on.
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Lafayette, LA
Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 4:06 PM UTC
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