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February 16, 2016

Down the stairs and outside the front door, I spent no few minutes expelling warm air from my mouth and casting the breath-plumes as far as I could in the February morning. With sufficient inhalation, they extended a meter or more, and I could only speculate that my lungs then emptied my body of every breath left to it, to the point of near exhaustion.

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