I get dropped off, so there is no chance of driving to the shops for dark chocolate in a moment of weakness. Two and a half decades of marriage demand a few nights of togetherness before I am left all alone. Time flows up and down the river in both directions. Dark, deep, seemingly endless. Time. Lots and lots of it. Three weeks solo retreat. To write, process, reset, do rituals, eat organic veg straight out the permaculture garden. The yoga mat is out of retirement together

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