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Show Inside Out, 162 Chapter 33: Andli Did Denver like me? His essay about the meditation assignment was really cool-at least the part that he read out loud: / listened to my breath like Mrs. O told us to do. After a while it felt like the waves of the ocean in me. I sat and let the ocean come and go, and then I had this intense experience that felt like the waves weren't air, but light. Like God washing through me. I felt like I didn't need to worry about anything ever again because God would always be there, washing through me. It's cool to know that I can get that feeling back again whenever I want, if I meditate again. I listened to his voice, letting it wash through me the same way. My fingers itched to touch him. Terra had written a poem for her meditation assignment-something about breath blossoming in her center. It was pretty amazing. Terra and I did yoga at lunch every day that week. She smiled at me in class. I saw her grimace when I talked to Denver, but other than that she was really nice to me. It was a good week. Denver even called once. Again, it was a very short conversation. "Hey, Andli." "Hey, Denver." "I was just listening to music that reminded me of you." "Oh, yeah?" "Yeah. Marinda Witt-ever heard of her?" "No." "Kind of smoky jazz. But sweet." |