Flaneur

By NickMog

Happy place

The yoga teacher’s voice was quiet and slow. It had a falling inflection. - Now I want you to go to your happy place. The place where you are at peace - everyone in the class closed their eyes. Most of them smiled. Some of them wriggled a little - nestling into the sand on a beach, perhaps? But only one of them started nodding their head at 150 bpm.

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