The whole house smells like a canopy of smoke. My body smells like smoke. Sometimes it feels like smoke, about to waft away. Often, I feel grounded, so focused on my fears and perceived inadequacies that it is hard to feel tethered. I like the word tethered and use it often in my work. This …
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