The thing with youth hostels is “change.” Everyone is either on the verge of becoming something else, or loathe to say goodbye to the person they once were. Whichever person Continue reading Things I think before I wake up
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Yoga
After forgetting to do Sun Salutations
“I was wondering why I was so tight.”
She led us into a choppy
Mess of up downs
Legs out
Too long in twists
Too short in pigeon:
She gutted us.
All with Continue reading Yoga
Structured Daydreams 