I take a deep breath, I brace my chest, and inhale the cool, still air...
Still Air
I take a deep breath, I brace my chest, and inhale the cool, still air...
Lay claim to the vibrant ebullience that is the waking world...
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"I saw the Angel in the marble, and carved until I set him free"
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