Yogini extraordinaire

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I discovered the other day that my roommate is this really serious yogini. I mean, really serious about her yoga practice. Way way serious. I am not sure how she has kept it hidden. You see, she is so serious that she only practices one pose at a time. And she practices it until its perfected, and then she goes on to another one. This past week, she must have practiced this one pose for hours -- and she says that its one of the hardest poses to do out of all of the yoga poses -- some people even say its the most difficult of all. Yes, the pose she is studying now is Savasana -- Corpse pose. She aspires to practice it at least eight hours a day until she perfects it. then she will move on to the next pose. For those of you who might be unfamiliar with this famous pose -- I have enclosed a picture.

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