On Congestion

I wonder what we are meant to learn from

 the nights we can’t breathe—the nights we

 can’t sleep for lack of air. Perhaps we are to

 realize that air is beautiful alone? Perhaps

we are to understand that to not breathe is

terrifying? So what of living? Is breathing

enough alone? To be grateful for, I mean. 

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