This weekend I came back to Uluwatu for the first time since I left in mid-February.
Well - not technically the first time. I returned for one brief weekend between Abu Dhabi and India at the end of February, beginning of March. But I was already disembodied then. Time had split into two: before and after the assault. That weekend is a blur. I remember teaching a few yoga classes. I remember feeling numb.
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