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  • I don’t do yoga because I have a recurring dream that there is me and a yoga mat on the top of a very high mountain and I know I have come there to die. I know this because I am wearing an outfit from Athleta and I wouldn’t be caught alive in such a thing.

    I am healthy and strong and reserved. And I am prepared to stay there on the top of this pointy and cartoonish and bright Sedona-red mountain past the point where I am too weak from hunger to safely get myself down. I will stay there as long as it takes to stop breathing.

    I hope that eventually I am picked apart by birds of prey and perhaps a big cat who will eat what she can and paw the rest of me into a small pile. Like a dust pan for bones.
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