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Om

After all this, it really is all about breathing. Each inflation is faith, awaiting the materials of the planet. Each exhale is a prayer. I give you what is in my body knowing how the world is large and generous. We are made to pray. We hang on the planet like a prayer machine, in an out in prayer rotation. We don't need to know and figure, we don't need the words.

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