for a blessed 18
minutes. i moved not an inch, i
was stillness
but i felt my breath, his breath,
our breath being in fact something
remarkable i knew would
play again, some song ona juke box.
minutes. i moved not an inch, i
was stillness
but i felt my breath, his breath,
our breath being in fact something
remarkable i knew would
play again, some song ona juke box.
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