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Practicing a martial art transforms me in a different person just in the blink of an eye.

The wide windows surround the top half of the walls, letting in a light
that makes me shine like a dragonfly full of energy. It’s time to practice.
Stepping on the wooden floor with my bare feet releases me
from every pressure. Immediatly my body lightens and refreshes.
Hearing the sound of my feet hitting the dommo and shouting out loud
increases my feeling of power. The training ends and I obey my thirst,
taking a sip of fresh water on my dry lips that tastes like glory, almost like
drinking water on an Oasis in the middle of an immense dessert.

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