“And as I was in yoga nirvana—savasana, I smelled something smoldering. I thought that Ma-Haha was burning incense, but soon my feet got unbearably hot, and once I looked down my Manduka—there was a fire. Arbuckle had accidentally dropped a lit match on my yoga mat.”
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