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Tag: vocation

Day 91: Calling

Day 91: Calling

My chiropractor is a compact, athletic guy who can adjust my neck and spine with the ease and speed of a hotel maid making up a bed. My limbs fall like sheets under his hands, and he tucks and straightens until I am aligned to the structure I was manufactured with. I appreciate anyone who does their job well; … read more Day 91: Calling

Posted on October 5, 2015May 15, 2019Author LisaCategories RefractionTags 2015, chiropractor, spirit, vocation
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