can i just say

Music flows through the room, jeans and skirts and tights strewn across the floor and over my bed, the one that reminds me to rest every now and then.  Wet hair drips onto my shoulder, remnants of the awakened sense of peace that the temple brings.  Your words keep rushing through my mind, I can't even imagine.  Authenticity that calls me out and strikes me to the bone.  Pieces fit together and, all of the slow sudden, I am comfortable being alone.  

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