9 February 2013
When I took my first breath, I eagerly anticipated life. When I breathed countlessly, I held in the palm of my hand life. When I breathe in, I taste the rusting edge of life. When I hold my breath, I feel the throb and ebb of life. When I breathe out, I peer into the mists of life. When I take my last breath, I imagine the infinity of life.
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