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  • In bridge pose, head down, hips up, knees bent, staring up at the sky, at the radial leaf patterns above me, green next to green next to green. Yoga on my deck, my summer escape, with the planes overhead crushing the air, with the sirens rippling out from the street. Everybody's honking, the neighbor's neutered dogs are humping, someone's just lit a cigarette. Meanwhile, I'm in bridge pose, making a bridge, being the bridge, between this where and somewhere.
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