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My story begins one bright and sunny morning in southern California. I am on a short vacation to get away from annoying neighbors, driving, cooking and all the other mundane things we do in life. I get out of bed and enjoy a banana with chocolate chips and decide to head to the beach. I am taking up yoga after 40 years of jogging, playing tennis, biking and walking. I remember many of the yoga positions I learned from a book. Downward dog, sunrise, triangle, and the bridge. I make my way down to the beach, put my towel, hat and lotions down in the sand. I stood in position ready to to complete the sun-salute. Hands over head, and taking a deep breath, the wind blew some sand in my face. My right eye burned from the sand, so I used my towel to try to remove it. So I sit for a few minutes and just enjoy the rhythm of the waves. Taking on a comfortable sitting position, I lisitened,and heard gulls, noisily asking for food, and then the seals began to bark. I started to feel lazy and rather uncomfortable on the sand, so I picked up my things and went back to my room to relax. For the rest of the day, I will look out at the ocean from my hotel room. This suits me fine.

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