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I love coming home to nights like these here. Essential oil steaming on the stove, the place cleaned up and dark, Indian music calling softly from the kitchen, and Scott on his mat, clearing his mind from an evening of screaming classes. A night when you feel that nothing will touch your peace. Nothing will usurp your ability to create calm in yourself and in your environment. Nothing will get through.
Wild Nights [2003-03-28]
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