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"
Very
much
.
"
"
Good
.
You
still
meditate
?
"
Yes
,
I
do
still
meditate
every
day
of
the
week
,
slithering
out
of
Felipe
’
s
bed
and
over
to
the
couch
,
where
I
can
sit
in
silence
and
offer
up
some
gratitude
for
all
of
this
.
Outside
his
porch
,
the
ducks
quack
their
way
through
the
rice
paddies
,
gossiping
and
splashing
all
over
the
place
.
(
Felipe
says
that
these
flocks
of
busy
Balinese
ducks
have
always
reminded
him
of
Brazilian
women
strutting
down
the
beaches
in
Rio
;
chatting
loudly
and
interrupting
each
other
constantly
and
waggling
their
bottoms
with
such
pride
.
)
I
am
so
relaxed
now
that
I
kind
of
slide
into
meditation
like
it
’
s
a
bath
prepared
by
my
lover
.
Naked
in
the
morning
sun
,
with
nothing
but
a
light
blanket
wrapped
over
my
shoulders
,
I
disappear
into
grace
,
hovering
over
the
void
like
a
tiny
seashell
balanced
on
a
teaspoon
.
Why
did
life
ever
seem
difficult
?
I
call
my
friend
Susan
back
in
New
York
City
one
day
,
and
listen
as
she
confides
to
me
,
over
the
typical
urban
police
sirens
wailing
in
the
background
,
the
latest
details
of
her
latest
broken
heart
.
My
voice
comes
out
in
the
cool
,
smooth
tones
of
a
late
-
nite
,
jazz
-
radio
DJ
,
as
I
tell
her
how
she
just
has
to
let
go
,
man
,
how
she
’
s
gotta
learn
that
everything
is
just
perfect
as
it
is
already
,
that
the
universe
provides
,
baby
,
that
it
’
s
all
peace
and
harmony
out
there
…
I
can
almost
hear
her
rolling
her
eyes
as
she
says
over
the
sirens
,
"
Spoken
like
a
woman
who
already
had
four
orgasms
today
.
"
But
all
the
fun
and
games
caught
up
with
me
after
a
few
weeks
.
After
all
those
nights
of
not
sleeping
and
all
those
days
of
too
much
lovemaking
,
my
body
struck
back
and
I
got
attacked
by
a
nasty
infection
in
my
bladder
.
A
typical
affliction
of
the
overly
sexed
,
especially
likely
to
strike
when
you
’
re
not
used
to
being
overly
sexed
anymore
.
It
came
up
as
fast
as
any
tragedy
can
strike
.
I
was
walking
through
town
one
morning
doing
some
chores
when
suddenly
I
was
buckled
over
with
burning
pain
and
fever
.
I
’
d
had
these
infections
before
,
during
my
wayward
youth
,
so
I
knew
what
it
was
.
I
panicked
for
a
moment
-
these
things
can
be
awful
-
but
then
thought
,
"
Thank
God
my
best
friend
in
Bali
is
a
healer
,
"
and
I
ran
into
Wayan
’
s
shop
.
"
I
’
m
sick
!
"
I
said
.
She
took
one
look
at
me
and
said
,
"
You
sick
from
making
too
much
sex
,
Liz
.
"
I
groaned
,
buried
my
face
in
my
hands
,
embarrassed
.
