you are in the deep despair of sickness and job searching.
You walk into your home at 7am after you forced your sick self to get up at 5:30 am so that you
could go out in the cold and teach your private yoga class...
and you are bathed in the brightest most lovely golden light.
and all is a little bit better....
Except your sore throat.
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2 comments:
beautiful!
thank you.
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