Daniela's friend Liz arrived at noon, eager for a play-date with her convalescing comrade. Liz brought the lavender yoga mat, and a bag of pistachios. They traded stories with an enthusiasm reserved for young boys bartering baseball cards in the playground. They laughed and giggled like adolescent maidens scouring a Judy Blume novel for details of teenage sexuality. They also turned a fragment of our bedroom into a provisional yoga studio. I made eye contact with Daniela and paused. She smiled, and then added "Yes, you can take pictures for your blog." Here is the slideshow:
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I am so impressed with the quality of the yoga pose. This morning I was just outside your door doing my excercises in the park. I like the thought of Daniela inside doing her yoga.
All our love,
Hannah, Lawrence, Muriel and Isaac
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