Breathing; smoothe, calming. Like music to the savage beast.
It takes me in, its rhythm slowing the pace of my heart. Time itself slows for the
beauty that she exhales with every breath. The air, flowing like a river of life.
Brushing aside all the details, it takes control, filling her lungs. Rushing around
inside of her, the wind cleans her soul. Clearing all impurities away, it refreshes her.
She expells the world in every breath. Her soul clean again, she relaxes.


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