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zen and the art of mucus. mucus in my soul, i can't breath. lower part of the body in the steaming water soft aching in my legs from the heat i note my existence, for the first time today i bring my face close the water, steam in my nostrils, and then... in. open my eyes. close my eyes. lift my face slowly out from the water, let the water drip from my hair down my face. note my thumping heart, and my mucussed body, and my cleansed soul. And then i know: i am winning, and i will win, and life is a flower in my palm. |