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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