sun over moon in mount shasta →
ode to my headstand in dechen's class, head in the... →
It’s all of this useless beauty. Sun pulled across sun, gods standing on the shoulders of other gods to look in the window at our feet lined up like little excited birds to begin the salutation to the sun. The locket of us falls open falls into the butter of hours and days, falls into the earth beneath us trembling. If I were on fire, I’m sure I’d say it louder than this. ...
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