The hags went for their big night at Jar. Crying while driving, it’s time for the ashram. To identify the true medicine. To be refined in the fires of suffering. The critic. Ice cold water. Tomatoes in November. Loose leaf tea. Thank you’s written in hot fudge. Calling all New York Body Workers and Acupuncture Practitioners. Will we ever develop habits? Christmas drinks. Sneak around the pain.
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Edited and mixed by Allie Graham.
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