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I regard touch as a cornerstone of my life. It gives me access to presence, allowing me to perceive the world vividly. When I am in physical contact with other individuals and living beings, I feel more connected to my own body. It enables me to discern what holds significance for me in the present moment. Understanding a man through physical contact remained a mystery to me until life presented me with the opportunity to explore it, which led to transformative experiences.

My face touches the floor of the yurt. Pressing on my bones yet it feels soft and warmly receptive. My chest connects with the ground through a delicate layer of sweat membrane. My hands to the left and right. The abrasion on my knee starts to sting from the dust and sweat as the skin begins to stretch. One foot is warmed by the sunlight filtering through the window, the other I do not feel. Probably because I've been walking barefoot for the last days.