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TALES OF AN ORANGEPEELER

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08.28.16

One of those weird mornings, sombre and lightsome, serious and leisurely. I have yoga soon, after a walk along the sea. I attend yoga about three times a week, and on my walk to the gym, I glimpse the sea in all its moods, raging, peaceful, turbulent, quiescent, a long-haired woman, a snake, a piece of sequinned cloth. Never one thing only, like the self or identity. I am an animal, part-star, part-dream, a single stroke in earth's diary.




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