I walk slowly across the street. I sniff the air as I walk, and my heart skips a beat. For me, there is no place that is more peaceful and sacred. Here, there are no judgements; there are no voices. I quicken my pace as I walk over the planks to get to my special place. Immediately, as my feet step off the plank, I feel the air rush through my mouth. I am home…
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