A deep breath. Another one. Let the cooler air of the shaded understory inflate my lungs to their point of maximum elasticity. Let it out slowly, warmed and chemically transmuted by its moments within the miraculous feat of evolutionary engineering I call “my” body. I begin, habitually, to translate the sense information received from the inhalation int…
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