the space where the air flows
whisp
howl
woosh
i'm alive
the sensory tips of my medium-sized fingers
stinging
the particles smaller than we could ever fathom
punching my fingers as they whip by
i'm free
out in the open air
my arm flutters
i am blessed
with the ability to feel
the tingling,
the stinging,
the pain
nothing matters anymore
the air takes control of my limbs
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