Sit still.
Adopt the cross legged "Cowdenbeath" Lotus position wearing only a towel. (Close any open brackets).
In one hand a pint of full fat milk, in the other a warm soldering iron.
Clench.
Turn on your ears and open up your soul to the final farewell cries of the winter spirits.
Breathe. There is a softness in this air.
Today your mantra shall be ...
"shall be, shall be, shall be"
And so on. Somewhere.
Check your punctuation.
The universe is still in the same place.
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