12.31.25: Untitled 2 #57
My breathing had been a little shallower of late, or I had been counting in longer strides, and, I figured, a four count might, in some cases, keep people out—or be good for email, but, in some cases, it was best to relax and do what felt the most comfortable—which, at this moment, anyhow, […]
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