When “the plan is no longer the plan”
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When “the plan is no longer the plan”

ByWen

I woke to the sound of gongs from the temple down the street, matching a memory rhythm of gliding on a swing as a child, and I swear my body, breath, and mind synced to the pace at this moment. What a wonderful way to greet the day. We found a filling breakfast of rice,…