Duke Crocker (
betterthanaplan) wrote in
fandomtownies2019-11-05 11:56 am
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The beach, Tuesday morning
So after running by the diner and being informed that he'd not just been left the keys, but also the payroll, Duke was more than ready to lose himself in some proper fucking yoga this week.
This island was fucking with his calm yogi center like crazy.
He sat down to meditate first, rather than diving right into his warm up the way he usually would. Facing the waves, he let the sound and smell wash over him, digging his hands gently into the sand by his hips. The waves were low and gentle here, soft and evenly spaced, and he slowly let his breath match their rolling tempo.
He made it through 21 years of Haven, Maine. He could manage at least a semester in Fandom.
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This island was fucking with his calm yogi center like crazy.
He sat down to meditate first, rather than diving right into his warm up the way he usually would. Facing the waves, he let the sound and smell wash over him, digging his hands gently into the sand by his hips. The waves were low and gentle here, soft and evenly spaced, and he slowly let his breath match their rolling tempo.
He made it through 21 years of Haven, Maine. He could manage at least a semester in Fandom.
[open! Mini-spam done for the day.]

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