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What They Don’t Tell You About Mindfulness

The lyra spun above me, its supporting steel beam strong and brown above it. The breeze from the fan muted my sweaty forehead as my heart sang out to the tune of endorphins. I felt like I was both far away from my body and inextricably tied to it. I thought of nothing except my own breathing, felt nothing except the beating of my heart, slowing to a rest in the wake of the flowing air, idly listening to the whirr of…