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6.12.15

Salamandering

I slither up to my car in the dark corner of the parking lot. As I enjoy the cool, moist air from the wet cement, I sneak a ciggy (despite quitting) and embrace the salamander as my spirit animal.

I have approached what feels like the end of a minor hiberbation. Since my graduate school applications have fallen to pieces, I am changing my approach again--we should discuss.

I haven't been to meditation for two weeks, and I am feeling the consequences of it. Lots going on this time of year! However, my time spent blogging at the laundromat has been calm and clarifying.

Wishing you some peace of mind.

Best,
c.

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