Outside the yoga studio on Barton.
Photo by Trish Sprawson

To begin, again

I find myself driving around this new-to-me city over-and-over again. I’ve moved here without research. I came to slow down, to afford life, to not be in the “other city” with all its anxiety. I’m cruising the gritty streets, but what am I looking for? I’m still shrugging off the panic and hurry mixed with …

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