� folding � 2007-10-07 � 6:03 p.m. �
I lose myself in the cold wind blowing over the field.
I lose myself in the sound of geese singing.
I hear with my eyes and see with my ears.
I breathe deep.
This is living.
My lungs collapsing.
This is life.
My belly's aching.
My heart's beating and my soul is folding in from its seams.
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