Tj I release your bondage today. I put a futia yoga strap like mine in a square box with white tissue paper around it. It is wrapped in satin green paper and a white silk bow. I leave it on your doorstep and say that you do not have to "steel" any more. You are free to lead the valiant mystical ogar team here in The Twin Cities. I see you doing some amazing photography for me and working a good union job. You can just be and be in all community. I have an image of The North Woods with you and I am resting my head on my hands on a giant grey igneous rock. You will find your inner geologist there with no time to spare. You will save the world and all will be well. Amen. Vie
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