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I wish I could describe the actual movements that the class incorporated more in depth, but I was stoned and a byproduct of getting stoned (or “lifted” or “high” or whatever) is that memories sort of swirl together. Beyond the sweat beading down my face, I was present. I could feel each joint locking and unlocking, lengthening and folding. And during our water breaks I caught glimpses of the people surrounding me. They were lifted too. There was, dare I say, an energy—an infectious, calming energy. Pleasure For All learned yoga and cannabis blend very well together.    

 

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