Lots of yoga, and lots of wine to offset the guilt from so much yoga.
We were walking through the backstreets of the quiet town, bundled up and chatting amongst ourselves. We came upon a side street where we noticed a woman carrying firewood into a building from a huge stack outside. Behind her, a great big door was cracked open. And beyond it, a giant white staircase, with color…
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