I dislike writing about typical girl stuff so much that I've started this post four times and I couldn't get past this sentence.
Then I went for a run.
And it occurred to me.
I'm breathless.
'nuff said.
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after burning her bridges behind her, she slowly swam back to collect her thoughts ..
out of breath! but breath is the life on which words flow! and without breath we have no words for we can no longer speak! and with out speech life is bleak, life has peaked for we can not greet nor reap the benefits of words that desert us when were worth us which are worked thus and as such we must crush the forces that divorces the lungs from the air and the air from the breath and the breath from the words and the words fished will flourish put this on a dish serve it up nice and crisp and take the bite of fresh word pie twinkle in your eye and at least die with some pride!
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