"Even when I used to barely make it to my toes, I learned to surrender to the space between my thoughts and dreams, my days and nights, to where I was and to where I wanted to be."
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A Poem for Seated Forward Fold
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"Even when I used to barely make it to my toes, I learned to surrender to the space between my thoughts and dreams, my days and nights, to where I was and to where I wanted to be."