we crossed the mountainswith the rising of the sunthe dawn racing ahead of uslike a mad horse on the other sidethe valleythe riverthe treesa whole landscapebathedin early sunlightstill shiveringwith the breathing of night I wonderedwhy the weightshad gone from my shoulderswhy the guns and kniveshad rusted in my belt our eyes were laughingour mouths were singing and as we descendedthe withered...
An Alteration In The Way I Breathe
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