I had a deep massage today.  My forehead and cheeks were pressed hard against the padding around the oval opening at the head of the massage table.  When my masseur worked his thumbs into the back of my knees, I dripped tears through the oval opening onto the floor.

The split second memory that dropped my tears got away from me but I’ll get it back.     

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