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Breathing isn’t easy.
It’s alien to me, as foreign as sleep and clumsy as a toddler finding his footing. My lungs crack and crumble, trip and tremble, linger after every weeping flower and chase the breeze they bath in, like a dog after a neighbor’s truck. 502 more words
By Kit Kiefer
When people ask me if I was ever on an album cover, I say, “Why, yes. Yes, I was.”
Check the album above. 995 more words