Breath. So precious, but so common and so easily lost. In and out. With us from our first day to out last. Our constant companion. It sustains us, but we never even think about it. We forget about it, usually. Sometimes we hold it. But we can't do that for long. We will always have to let it go. For as long as we live.
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Scattered Thoughts
AléatoireI'm not really sure where most of these came from. They were mostly written in the middle of the night or during church. (This probably won't get updated often)
