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Jul 7
There is one green mat by the window
my brother, my mother and I use it

Behind it is a window with a old red pine
i watch its needles under the evening light

each of us arriving on the rubber surface for a need to stretch the body and the heart
Guadalupe S P
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Guadalupe S P  32/Los Angeles, CA
(32/Los Angeles, CA)   
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