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I’m letting the gentle melody of the Braveheart soundtrack Pandora station rock my metaphysical senses in gentle meditation as I lie on a mat of foam that reeks of the lemon ginger scent of Trader Joe’s organic cleaning spray. Let the stress of the day roll off of your shoulders like the ocean breeze in the evening soon after a sweltering day. Breathe in, breathe out. I listen to the flamboyant voice of my gay male yoga instructor, muffled by the presence of vibrant blue braces on his teeth that reflect the glow of the candle-lit space just about every time he smiles. And by candles, I imply the battery powered pieces of translucent plastic with tiny light bulbs in them. It’s a realm of organic peace that I am lying in suitable now. Seriously.
Only ten days just before the Opening of Parliament, Lord Monteagle , an apparently reformed …
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