i am lungs springing back oxgenated, fueled and aflamed to burn off toxins and tensions.
the softening fist, fingers extending in a mudra of receptivity.
emerging grace, wobbly-kneed and raw-skinned soles finding its footing, rebounding from stumbles, rising from falls.
the heart willing (sometimes wavering), nevertheless ready to face the tenderness of being alive.
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