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happy74827 · 5 months

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Burning Bridges

[Dexter Morgan x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: Upon an incident that was out of your control, Dexter comes to the realization that it wasn't just a coincidence.

WC: 1951

Category: Slight Angst, Hurt/Comfort

I forgot how much I missed this show (him), so I decided to write another. It's been so long since I last wrote for him that I actually see the difference in my writing. It's wack.

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Dexter was many things… a brother, a son, a pro bowler, a serial killer… but what he lacked was being a good friend.

He didn't understand friendship or its value. It was something that he simply couldn't grasp. Sure, he was able to fake it well enough in order to make sure that people liked him and didn't find him too creepy or strange, but there was never any real emotional connection. In his mind, everyone was either someone he needed or someone he didn't need, and he would treat them accordingly. The only exceptions to this rule were his sister, Debra, and you.

The two of you had met back in college, having been assigned to be each other's partners for a group project. It was a poetry class and a course that Dexter hadn't really wanted to take, but a general education requirement and the promise of an easy A convinced him to at least show-up and suffer through it. Well, for a guy who had to fake every single aspect of his personality in order to fit in with society, it turned out that poetry didn’t come quite as easily as he thought it would.

He had always found the art form to be rather silly, with all the emphasis on metaphors and flowery language. There was no purpose or goal other than to be creative and artsy, and it bored him to no end. The first time you had sat down with him to discuss the project, you could tell how much he didn't want to be there, and the look of complete disinterest on his face as he tried to figure out what your poem meant was the most hilarious thing that you had seen in a while. You couldn't help but laugh, the sound of which made him sit up and give you a quizzical look.

"What?" He asked, tilting his head slightly, confused.

"Nothing," you replied, still giggling. "It's just that I can tell that you don't like poetry."

"Why would you think that?"

"Because you haven't said a word; you're just sitting there, staring off into space and twirling your pencil between your fingers," you told him, and he glanced down at the utensil as if he didn't realize that he was doing that.

"Oh. Sorry, I guess," he apologized, his tone making it clear that he was actually a little annoyed at having been called out on his inattentiveness.

"That's okay. I like poetry, so I'll be happy to do most of the work," you offered, smiling sweetly, and his eyebrows raised.

And that you did. In fact, you loved it so much that you majored in English and planned on getting your Masters, while Dexter got his degree in criminology. It was a nice trade-off because while he struggled in poetry, getting down into the debts of his feelings that were nonexistent, you struggled with chemistry, unable to wrap your head around the subject no matter how hard you tried.

So, the two of you had a mutually beneficial agreement. You did all the work for the poetry class, and in exchange, he tutored you in chemistry and made sure that you got a decent grade. Once the class was over and done with, the two of you stayed friends, though you had very little in common. Dexter had no interest in books, and you had no interest in criminology. He was a loner, and you had plenty of friends. You were a romantic, and he was completely unromantic. He didn't even have a girlfriend, and you had been in three different relationships over the course of the two years that you had known him.

Still, the two of you got along well enough. You were one of the only people that Dexter could actually stand for more than five minutes, and he was the same to you. So you went out to the bar sometimes, hung out with his sister, and did your best to keep him company while also doing your best to try to set him up on dates, hoping that one of these days, he'd actually find someone. It eventually did work out when you found him Rita, but as of right now, she had broken up with him, and he was back to being a lonely bachelor which it didn't bother him much until now.

You were in the hospital, your head wrapped and bandaged like a mummy. You were apparently attacked outside the grocery store, and if it wasn’t for the small instructions he had given you for self-defense, you most likely wouldn’t have survived.

At first, Dexter didn’t think of it as anything important in terms of his line of work. He believed it to be a coincidence, a random crime in the night. But it turned into something more the night he decided to visit with some cake.

“How’s the head?” He asked as he came inside, seeing you propped up reading. Of course, you were reading.

You shrugged. “Like I’m wearing a sweater hat, but it doesn't hurt, so there's that." You paused, setting down your book and glancing at him. "I’m still salty about my groceries. Almost two hundred dollars I spent on that stuff. Gone. Wasted. Poof."

Dexter had to chuckle a bit. "Hey, I can't do much about the food, but I brought you something," he said, revealing the white box.

"Is it chocolate? If it is, I love you," you joked.

"No, it's just vanilla. But, here."

He opened the lid and showed you, and you immediately lit up.

"Awww, Dexter! You are the best friend ever," you gushed, giving him a warm smile.

He smiled back. "It's the least I could do."

He was cutting it up for you when he noticed movement out of the corner of his eye. You didn’t seem to notice, but out in the hall, a shadow passed by the window. His body went on alert, eyes flickering towards the door. He couldn’t see much, but he could make out an elderly man with gray hair and a beard.

Dexter's face remained unchanged, though his body language betrayed him as he sat the cake knife down. He knew that look. That look in a man's eyes when he was looking at prey. This was a predator.

"Hey, uh, what was that description again? Of the man who attacked you," Dexter asked, his tone a bit distracted.

"You mean Santa Claus on drugs? That pretty much sums it up. Why?" You looked up, confused.

"I don't know. It's probably nothing."

But it was something. The man had apparently come back to finish the job, and Dexter's jaw clenched at the thought. He was already planning his death in his mind. It wouldn’t be pretty. He gave you a piece of cake, swearing that he’d be back soon before going after the man. He stopped at the lobby momentarily, informing Angel to keep an eye on you, which, of course, the cop complied with.

Angel was a good cop. He was loyal, smart, and a damn good shot. But there was one thing that made him a great cop. He cared about his city and the people in it. He would protect the innocent no matter the cost, especially when it came down to those he was closest to. He was the kind of guy who would risk his life without a second thought if it meant saving others.

This is why Dexter liked Angel and why he was the only one that he trusted with this job.

Finding the man was extremely easy on his part. Dexter already knew what the guy’s plan was, so he stuck around outside the parking lot, watching the shadows. After a few minutes, the man appeared, heading towards the entrance once again.

He never got that far.

A hand was clamped over his mouth while the other dragged him away from the double doors and towards the side of the building. Dexter didn’t pull out his knife, though, only resorting to his arms as he applied pressure against his throat. The man fought, trying to break free, but he didn't get the chance. Dexter didn’t kill him, no, not yet, but his arm was still strong, and he had no plans to let go.

“Listen closely. If you so much as look the wrong way, I will rip your heart out and shove it down your throat. Understand? Nod if you do," he threatened, his voice calm and even. The man nodded, terrified, his eyes wide.

"Good," Dexter replied, “Why are you here?"

The man was quiet, but he was breathing heavily, and his eyes were watering.

"Talk. That girl, why are you after her?"

"I’m not—”

"You attacked her, and now you came back to finish the job, did you not? Who sent you?"

The man was sweating; his face was flushed and red. Dexter was pressing too hard, and his victim was starting to lose air. He didn’t care.

"Who?" He repeated.

The man choked, unable to speak.

"Last chance. Who sent you? And don't lie to me."

The man didn’t answer, and Dexter tightened his hold. That finally did it. The man began to squirm violently, trying to break free, but it was too late. His face started to turn purple, and Dexter had to adjust his grip and pull him closer.

“It wasn’t personal! I had to! I didn't have a choice! It was just a job!" He gasped out, struggling for air. “I got paid to do it. I was just doing what I was told! Please, please, don't kill me."

"Who was it?"

"I—I don’t know. It was some lady. I met her at a bar. She didn’t give her name, but he wasn’t American. She gave me ten thousand dollars and told me that the job was to attack this chick in the parking lot and make it look like an attempted robbery. Said it had to be done in a couple of days. Listen, man, I didn't want to do it. But the money—"

"What did she look like?" Dexter cut in.

"Dark hair. Young. I don't know! I don't know, I swear. She wore sunglasses the whole time. Please, don’t kill me. Please."

Suddenly, it hit him like a ton of bricks. The Dark Passenger was roaring, the realization washing over him like cold water.

Lila.

Everything made sense now. The way she had suddenly showed up out of nowhere, the incident outside the bowling alley, her sudden interest in you. It all made sense. She was behind it. She had done it.

Dexter wanted to snap the man's neck. He wanted to rip his throat out. He wanted to take his knife and stab him over and over again, to punish him for what he had done to you, but he refrained. He had the answers he needed, and the cameras around were still running.

He dropped him and watched him collapse, gasping for air. He didn't move, too scared and in shock to do so. Dexter didn’t say a word; his anger was silent, but it was boiling beneath his skin.

He was going to kill her. He was going to hunt her down and end her, and there was no place on Earth where she could hide.

“You ever, and I mean ever, come near her again; I will tear out your spine and make you choke on it. Understand?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I understand."

Dexter didn’t say anything else; he simply walked off, his hands stuffed into his pockets. He had a lot to think about.

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warrier-queann · 2 years

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Characters I relate to but I don’t say why

#Amy March #will Byers #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #Deborah Morgan #dean winchester #ron weasley #the edge of seventeen

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ileaveclawmarks · 1 year

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Morgan Gwenwald, Butch/Fem Picnic.

Joan Nestle and Deborah Edel, the two subjects pictured here, were partners when Nestle started the Lesbian Herstory Archives project in 1974 out of their shared apartment.

#morgan gwenwald #butch/femme nsft #joan nestle #deborah edel #lesbian photography #leather dyke #lesbianism

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gameplaydaily · 2 years

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A Test of Faith | RED DEAD REDEMPTION 2

#gamingedit #rdr2edit #arthur morgan #deborah macguiness #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #gifs #red dead series #ours #by ksusha #mikaeled #rdrdaily #dailygaming #gamingnetwork #chewieblog

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boardchairman-blog · 5 months

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**Shots of the Episode**

The Gilded Age (2022)

Season 2, Episode 4: “His Grace the Duke” (2023) Director: Deborah Kampmeier Cinematographer: Manuel Billeter

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rdrshitsthatsomeoneaskedfor · 1 year

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i’m back and worse than ever

#Sadie Adler #Dutch Van Der Linde #Arthur Morgan #Deborah MacGuiness #Susan Grimshaw #Karen Jones #Molly O'shea #rdr2 #rdr #red dead redemption 2 #mypost

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foreverknightalways · 7 months

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Nick and Janette have a passionate kiss. Janette says, That was the correct answer. Morgan Delitsky is right... over there. A bientôt, cheri.

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badmovieihave · 10 months

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Bad movie I have TMC Greatest Classic Legends Marlon Brando It has A Streetcar Named Desire 1951, Julius Caesar 1953, The Teahouse of the August Moon 1956, and Reflecctions in a Golden Eye 1967

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byrnisonferret · 2 years

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Strangers

I rushed through the main story on my first playthrough, only did a few random encounters, however I never had the time to explore or search for collectibles. This time I'm getting to know many interesting characters and doing a few side quest.

#arthur morgan #albert mason #deborah mcguiness #maximo cristobal valdespino #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2

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anghraine · 9 months

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I've been poking at the GW2 fic and it's at seven pages now. I'm not sure how interesting those seven pages are, but it's fun, anyway.

Here's a bit:

“Damn it,” said Helen. “I’ll tell Jack. We’ll need a new place, and you’d better make more use of those illusions.” She paused. “I’m sorry about Debs. I know it was complicated.” Gwen just nodded. It had been complicated. They might not have spoken for a year, but Deborah was still her sister. She remembered how fiercely Deborah had protected her after their grandfather died and his landlord took everything, then threw them out. Gwen had been nine, Deborah only two years older. Even before then, Deborah looked after her. A year prior to their grandfather’s death, their parents had returned to Ebonhawke to fight for Ascalon, saying they’d bring Deborah and Gwen home once Ascalon was free. But it never happened, and eventually their grandfather admitted that Bran and Mara were dead.

#anghraine babbles #fic talk #fic talk: gwen redux #ascalonian grudgeblog #anghraine's gaming #gwen velazquez #doc howler #bran morgan #mara velazquez #deborah velazquez #c: tom morgan

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ghosttownoutwest · 2 years

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This lady needs my help findin' "dino-sawr bones".

#red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan #rdr2 #rdr2 scenery #deborah macguiness

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ascalonianlightbringer · 1 year

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I wrapped up the finale of the "Speaker of the Dead" phase of "The Orders of Tyria," complete with a very important choice!

When Gwen reached the Salma District, Josir was still agitated about the possible loss of Queen Jennah, "the last of the royal line." Ihan hinted that she's not, actually (????? is this ever explained?), but that she is critical to the peace with the Charr.

I think that's the most urgent point for Gwen. Her parents were fervent Ascalonian partisans who left her and Deborah with their grandfather to go fight against the Charr in the Fields of Ruin, which is where they died. Deborah resented it (all the more after they ended up on the streets), and though proud of their people, became committed to Kryta. But Gwen is more sympathetic to their parents and Ebonhawke looms large for her. So the possibility of losing it would have a particular oomph for her—she accepts the peace, painful though its concessions may be, because it means the survival of Ebonhawke and human Ascalon, but also because it makes her parents' choice and deaths mean something.

Hiroki, meanwhile, remarked that Kryta would lose hope without Queen Jennah. Maaaaybe? There's a lot of dissent tbh.

Logan, predictably, wanted to rush off to protect Jennah, but Gwen quite justifiably pointed out that they can't just think of Jennah's welfare. If Kellach leads his army to Divinity's Reach, he'll devastate every town from Lion's Arch to Divinity's Reach. IIRC, none of the orders' plans actually account for this in the end, but it's been a long time.

Yeah, I know. Everyone knows.

This time, at any rate, each order had a plan. Hiroki wanted to go in with brute force, Josir wanted to neutralize the threat with the Priory's enchantment, and Ihan wanted to lure Kellach into a trap. Each order also wanted Gwen to formally join their ranks, which Logan strongly encouraged: "You've been a boon to Kryta, but you can do more with one of the orders."

Since the orders are working to fight the dragons and not specifically concerned with Kryta, I feel like this actually represents character growth for him.

He gave a rundown of each order, including the hilariously in-character line "I have no use for libraries," and a kind of tepid "They certainly know a lot of secrets" about the Order of Whispers. He's such a Vigil type that it's honestly funny to see him trying to be neutral.

But as one might guess from the user name, Gwen chose the Order of Whispers!

#t: greetings friend #p: honor the past #h: everyone has a secret #s: fight what cannot be fought #long post #gw2 spoilers #c: hiroki #c: josir #c: ihan #c: deborah velazquez #c: logan thackeray #c: mara velazquez #c: bran morgan #c: gwen velazquez #that's /initiate/ gwen velazquez :D

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badgaymovies · 2 years

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Honky Tonk Freeway (1981)

Honky Tonk Freeway by #JohnSchlesinger starring #BeauBridges and #BeverlyDangelo, "gargantuan effort being put into something that has so little genuine human feeling makes it far more depressing than films that are actually outright trash."

JOHN SCHLESINGER Bil’s rating (out of 5): BB USA/United Kingdom, 1981. EMI Films, Honky Tonk Freeway Company, Kendon Films. Screenplay by Edward Clinton. Cinematography by John Bailey. Produced by Don Boyd, Hawk Koch. Music by Elmer Bernstein, George Martin. Production Design by Edwin O’Donovan. Costume Design by Ann Roth. Film Editing by Jim Clark. The fictional Florida town of Ticlaw is…

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shipwreckedcomedy · 5 months

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Shipwrecked Comedy proudly presents: How to be a Ghost

Jacob Marley learns what it takes to make it in the afterlife.

Written & Created by Sean Persaud & Sinead Persaud Directed by William J. Stribling

CAST Jacob Marley - Sean Persaud Christmas Past - Mary Kate Wiles Christmas Present - Sinéad Persaud Christmas Yet to Come - Parissa Koo Narrator - Sammy Paul

Assistant Director: Nick Dugan Production Assistant: Matthew Pinkney

Executive Producers: Michael Walsh, Jane Leach Produced by: Sean Persaud, Sinead Persaud, Mary Kate Wiles

Director of Photography: Devin Hassan First Assistant Camera: Nic Palermo

Production Designer: J.P. Gagen Costume Designer: Morgan Gannes Hair and Makeup Artist: Hayley Orozco Choreography: Lauren Lopez

Edited by: Raymond Fraser

Original Music by: Dylan Glatthorn Original Lyrics by: Dylan Glatthorn, Sean Persaud, and Sinead Persaud Production Sound Mixer: Will Kioultzopoulos Re-Recording Mixer: Noah Hunt Audio Song Recorded at Noah Hunt Audio Song Mixed by Dylan Glatthorn

Special Thanks - Tom DeTrinis & the IAMA Theatre Company, Hugo's Tacos, American Black Market, Brent Madison, Brian Henderson, Matt Amys

Made possible by: Katie Adamczyk, Julia Arnold, Heather Attewell, Michael Baker, Anna Beale, Carrie Bouwman, Kaci Burrow, John Callender, Miles Collier, Janel Christensen, Kelsey Fink, Madi Flesch, Bernadette Kovacs, Alicia Lomas-Gross, Avalee Long, Erin Hawley, Mary Lyszczarz, Jill May, Desiree McLaughlin, Halle Merrick, Sharon Messmore, William Miller, Meghan Morris, Kelly O'Neil, Lisel Perrine, Viivi Pyykkö, Halsea Root, Rodger Samuel, Emily Scheerer, Deborah Shapiro, Lindsey Stewart, Rebecca Stockman, Emma Tulip, Annie Vaccaro, Abigail Vanderhoff, Justin Waterman, Kylie Wells, Christina Wentz, Cassie Wojcik

#shipwrecked comedy #how to be a ghost #a christmas carol #jacob marley #sean persaud #christmas past #mary kate wiles #christmas present #sinead persaud #christmas yet to come #parissa koo #dylan glatthorn #joe stribling #william j stribling #charles dickens #original song #holiday song #Youtube

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boardchairman-blog · 5 months

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**Shots of the Episode**

The Gilded Age (2022)

Season 2, Episode 2: “Some Sort of Trick” (2023) Director: Deborah Kampmeier Cinematographer: Manuel Billeter

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samwisethewitch · 2 years

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Sam's Masterlist of Beginner Resources

These are some of my favorite books, podcasts, and blogs that can help you develop your spiritual practice even if you have zero previous knowledge. All of these resources are approachable enough for total beginners, but I also recommend them for more advanced practitioners who want to brush up on the basics. Some books are listed in multiple categories because they cover multiple topics.

This list will be updated continuously as I find new resources that I want to recommend.

Secular Witchcraft (witchcraft that is not part of an established religious or spiritual tradition)

Witchcraft for Everyone by Sam Wise

A Witch's Guide to Spellcraft by Althaea Sebastiani

"Witchcraft for Skeptics | Science and Theory Behind Magick" by Jessi Huntenburg on YouTube

A Green Witch’s Cupboard by Deborah J. Martin

By Rust of Nail & Prick of Thorn by Althaea Sebastiani (this book is about protection magic specifically)

Witchcraft Traditions (witchcraft that is part of an established religion or spiritual path)

Wicca For Beginners by Thea Sabin

Wicca: A Guide for the Solitary Practitioner by Scott Cunningham

Reclaiming Witchcraft by Irisanya Moon

The Spiral Dance by Starhawk (written by a founder of Reclaiming, but also contains elements of Wicca and Feri)

Betwixt & Between by Storm Faerywolf (about the Feri tradition)

Witchcraft in History and Culture

Waking the Witch by Pam Grossman

Witches, Sluts, Feminists by Kristen J. Sollee

Witches, Midwives, and Nurses by Barbara Ehrenreich and Deidre English

Paganism

Wicca For Beginners by Thea Sabin

Wicca: A Guide for the Solitary Practitioner by Scott Cunningham

The Spiral Dance by Starhawk (written by a founder of Reclaiming, but also contains elements of Wicca and Feri)

Irish Paganism: Reconstructing Irish Polytheism by Morgan Daimler

Morgan Daimler's YouTube channel (Irish paganism and Fairy lore)

Lora O'Brien's YouTube channel (Irish paganism)

The Irish Pagan School

Temple of the Cosmos by Jeremy Naydler, Ph.D. (Kemetic paganism)

The Way of Fire and Ice by Ryan Smith (Norse Heathenry)

On Black Wings: A Site for Fire & Ice Heathen spirituality and practice: https://www.onblackwings.com/

Skald's Keep: https://skaldskeep.com/ (Norse Heathenry) (on tumblr as @skaldish)

North of Annwyn: https://northofannwn.wixsite.com/home (author is Heathen but posts about magic and paganism more generally; author is currently on hiatus) (on tumblr as @north-of-annwn)

American Folk Magic

New World Witchery podcast

Southern Cunning by Aaron Oberon (Southern folkloric witchcraft)

Roots, Branches & Spirits by H. Byron Ballard (Appalachian folk magic)

Sticks, Stones, Roots, and Bones by Stephanie Rose Bird (Hoodoo, African-American magic)

Jambalaya by Luisah Teish (New Orleans Voodoo and African-American women's spirituality)

Divination

Kitchen Table Tarot by Melissa Cynova

Astrology for Real Life by Theresa Reed

Fifty-four Devils: The Art & Folklore of Fortune-telling with Playing Cards by Cory Thomas Hutcheson

Religion, Spirituality, and Politics

"Rethinking How Paganism Engages Culture" by Sam Wise (blog post: https://www.samwisethewitch.com/post/rethinking-how-paganism-engages-culture)

Bringing Race to the Table edited by Crystal Blanton, Taylor Ellwood, and Brandy Williams

"Witchcraft PSA: The Chakras & Cultural Appropriation" by Anthony the Witch on Tumblr (https://anthonythewitch.tumblr.com/post/187293358858/witchcraft-psa-the-chakras-cultural)

Bright-sided by Barbara Ehrenreich (deals with toxic positivity)

McMindfulness by Ronald Purser (this one is a little bit dense but has a very important message about how American mindfulness culture misappropriates Buddhist practices)

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