Best Wishes
I have a school memory that has banged up against my subconcious so consistently that it has busted its way into my dreams. I’m in my school uniform, sitting at my desk with the groove …
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I have a school memory that has banged up against my subconcious so consistently that it has busted its way into my dreams. I’m in my school uniform, sitting at my desk with the groove …
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My parents were hard workers. Day after day they rose early, turned on the radio and made coffee in the silver percolator (my father), set out my breakfast and my bagged lunch (my mother), and …
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I work with bodies — which means I work with people, of course. But people have the unfortunate habit of climbing up into their thoughts and beliefs, and cutting the connection to their bodies in …
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