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Forgetting how to breath

Weakened by the illnesses of life my body required assistance to breath. It progressed to the machine totally doing all the work. Life can wear you out to the point of a wringed out towel at times that does not allow anymore absorbtion. Then another has to sponge up the moistures of your daily life. Incredible are the healing abilities of our creative bodies. But in the space of time lost could it be possible to forget something one was never taught to do? Time to breath on my own now but strangely I needed a reminder every couple of seconds as the machine was slowly turned off. And for the briefest half second there was a moment of panic in not knowing how. But then it returned. As the sunlight of healings clarity shinned the appreciation of the necessity to unfold that towel, wash it, jo hang it up to dry and dry off my daily mist of life's responsibility's. Valuing the ability to breath. .

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Date: 2/1/2021 2:43:00 AM
Great write. Last line superb.
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Dietra Reid
Date: 2/2/2021 2:03:00 AM
Thank you very much.