The moon was so beautiful that the ocean held up a mirror

[putali]

I first learned to bend myself into a pretzel at the age of five.

My parents were hippies (that is, they were scraggly-haired, bell-bottomed, pot-smokin’ young people, in keeping with the times - times that have long since passed). I guess yoga seemed like a groovy thing to do. So one day, suddenly, we started stretching and breathing and

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[cheekygremlin]

So I spent the first part of your Yoga story wondering what horrible thing the Guru man did to you when he followed you up to your room and turned out the lights. I know you didn't intend it to be a creepy story but...I wonder if I'm the only one who got a icky feeling as you stared to tell it! :P