The window of the yoga room.
Inside this window was a warm and watery practice and a bunch of beautiful women, offering their energy out.
We offered to each other, to Japan, to my cousins on the day of their father's passing.
We offered, I bet, to a lot of people I don't even know about. I hope it gets there.
The Bhagavad Gita says that the work we do is ours, but the fruits of our labour belong to no one.
(I love this.)
So we offered up the fruits in this warm room with sparkly windows.
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