#94 – Woman Twenty Two

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She draws an extended breath, feels the cold mist sting as it fills to the top of her chest.

Her body embraces the inhale, warms the icy cloud inside of her.

Her exhale blooms soft white forms that crystallize into the shape of her mouth, her throat, her lungs.

For an instant, these hazy bodies hover in space, then evaporate into the winter landscape.

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