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Really?

And so people say research adds no value……. Did anyone hear about the study of men having two wives?

https://youtu.be/surkCGT2emA?feature=shared

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I once put an axe through my shin chopping wood and almost hit the bone, still have the scar, haven't picked up an axe since

Why? Trauma. Hugs 🤗

Also does having no hair also boost testosterone?

Ima born girl child who is now woman in menopause. Always had excess testosterone. It has its issues. But never had issues with my hair.

My study says that breaking rocks is +1 more testosterone than chapping wood.

Maul fell swiftly inside

Look again

closer now

We are somehow nowhere and now here

Infinitely

Captive to every line

Designed to show the years

Each of us formed outside of one another

Grew in seasons

Others shaping us to their visions of who we are supposed to be

Somehow we eventually came

Back to see what we knew

Deep space exploration

Never knowing

destiny or fate

Would eventually

crush our reality

Latismus dorsi formations

Seasoned wood bursts

Tessellating drops

- homesteading allure

Some things can’t be rushed

He said sincerely as he smiled

Lips quivering

I feel myself bite down

Nature overcomes me

Elemental

Rosy red cheeks

Eyes almost close

Effort taken to maintain focus

Is this another dream

He sat his coffee down. Raises the maul and carries the individual pieces in strong hands. He moves them, stacks them graciously. He takes another swing

Only after I feel the crush inside do I realize how

Effortlessly he works to

make sure everything is in perfect order, ready to be plunged.

If there’s any sticking point he changes positions drop smack perfect alignment. Every line and then I stopped because he makes iContact. I tell him that I’m learning. He nods.

He is experienced with his tool & knows how to use it properly.

My lips quiver. I bite down hard to stop them.

Again he looks into my eyes.

“You’re beautiful” he says.

We are.

Oneness

Again

A gain

Chase tail again

… it’s an old poem