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You'd think that heat, with all the blessings and disasters it dispenses, might make some noise, toot its horn, don some medals of accomplishment.
But instead, it's silent.
Confident as a fire hydrant and silent.
During zazen this morning, the heat came on like some lazy-easy companion.
I sweat.
The heat was not impressed.
And, after a while, neither was I.
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