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The Andersen Chronicles #17

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Onboard the train, I adjust my headphones, browse the meditation playlist and pick an album.
As a sensual female alto flows into my mind, I close my eyes, focus on my breathing and feel my body sinking into the seat.
In breath.
Pause.
Exhalation.
Repeat.
Every repetition carries me further away from the dimmed voices across the aisle, everyday life, dirty laundry, empty cupboards, legal arguments, terrorist attacks.
I first explore intricate Sardinian limestone caves, soar above snow-covered mountain peaks, and stroll down Parisian avenues.
Then I kiss Jacqueline.
Hold her for a while.
Where’s the harm in that?

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