The Boundary Layer

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I lay on my back among the burial mound, the wind in the trees shushing my terrified mind. At first, and for a long time, opening my eyes was too much. I kept them closed and my body still, listening to the birds sing their comforting…

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Humanitarian, writer, yoga teacher, budding urban farmer. Managing editor @ medium.com/postgrowth

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Humanitarian, writer, yoga teacher, budding urban farmer. Managing editor @ medium.com/postgrowth

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