I am lying on the floor. My orange yoga mat padding my body. Rubber to bamboo to muscle and bone. My arms are at my sides. My palms are up and open. My legs relaxed. My feet pointed out and down. My eyes should be closed. But, instead, my gaze is drawn to my left. To the vibrancy of the window's blue. To the cranes that flutter there and the prism's bent light and rainbow that dances on my brow.
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