really really
On a Monday log, in the heart-of-the-day sun, in a field of dead grass, by the woods, breeze blowing, I burst into tears while sitting in meditation.
I’m becoming more real – like the Velveteen Rabbit.
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On a Monday log, in the heart-of-the-day sun, in a field of dead grass, by the woods, breeze blowing, I burst into tears while sitting in meditation.
I’m becoming more real – like the Velveteen Rabbit.