It is summer still.

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Classes, hot and sweaty,

Gis stick,

Hakamas clench at ankles,

Ukemi feels relaxed,

Joints are lubricated,

After 22 years at 52… it’s summer still.

Aikido takes life and makes it livable.

It’s summer still.

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