I awoke midway through the dawn chorus thinking of time in the village. Saying to myself, with the comforter still curled around my feet, Slow down. But this self-invocation was a bodily wish, and it had less to do with speed than sensation. I want to linger in the sensations of ease, of pleasure, of intimacy. The slowness of feeling the warmth of the b…
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