The Year Two Thousand Sixteen I’ve come to call The Year of Extremes. The highs were high and the lows were low and the middle ground was nowhere to be found. A relationship ended for me…
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It was only a week after RiSE Festival, a week exactly actually, and a nearby yoga studio had advertised a full moon sound bath. It seemed like the perfect followup to my experience at RiSE, and…