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When You Shut Off Your Internet in the Morning, You Find:

It comes in waves– connectedness, brief relief.  Reading Rumi, I fall into a quiet, elusive state, where the world within melds with the world without, as if the entire universe were made of quicksand, but nobody’s sinking. It’s true–we move … Continue reading

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