Out of my glare, goes the air. Transporting the oxygen out of my den. Breathing on my own. Didn’t think I would make it; but, so far, I did. Inhale through the nose; exhale through the mouth. BREATHE ON
Author: duckshots
Lapsed lawyer. Reader. Photographer. Jewish. Strongly attached to loving, caring, wife-Sharon. Working at remaining relevant. Hoping that my body and mind outlive my dreams. Maybe something I blog will make some sense.
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