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The coffee is strong, hot, and black. I pull on a soft, cream-colored blanket and sip, as the birdsong slides through my open bedroom window. Well, it’s also my office. It’s also my study. And my meditation space. I spend so much time in this small beautifully jam-packed room that my husband calls me ‘2B’ when I see h…
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