Another White Woman Writes a Yoga Essay
Autumn Engroff Spencer
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Boom. Sometimes opportunity knocks very softly and if you listen to your breath you can hear it. For me it’s that magical middle half hour of the yoga class where time drips into a fluid mystery vortex and I’m nothing but twisting and breathing oneness. Namaste.

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