With hands on, I think, Big Love.
Big Love, wider.
Big Love, deeper.
Big Love, slower.
I close my eyes and see the sharp edge of a path in the snow. In my mind, I go into wide angle vision. It is a path in the snow, deep snow. Looking down, I see ice, I feel ice. "Frozen." I think, "Thaw." Then there is flow.
While I holding her, her legs kick out. She gets up off the table and says, "I so calm and grounded."
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