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While sitting during lunch, I thought of my own breath, and the way it rolls through my body. Then I actually looked down, to watch my own body breathe. It was so amazingly alien and wonderful. Since sleeping with my Boy, I've noticed the awe inspired by a body's breath, grown attuned to the way his air dances. I love the small patterns of my goddaughter as she sleeps. But to witness my own breathing, a corporeal reality that happens every minute of every day, an overlooked miracle. Strange where you find inspiration. Inspiration from inhalation.


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