"Inside and outside her head, a billion, trillion stars, beyond count, circled and exploded...Songs were heard in spheres within spheres, electric, crackle, sharp. She heard nothing. How could she, when not once had she even heard the sound of her own breathing?"
- Poet Duane Michaels in Stephen Cope's Yoga and the Quest for the True Self
#663 When your roommate goes away for the weekend
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