Saturday, December 5, 2015

Breathing Breath

Dear Daniel,

My lungs are protesting this thick cloud pretending to be air. I asked of the banyan, of its infinite wisdom, what will become of our air, our world. I didn't get answers. But I got color, a lively day, new experiences, and more tar into my lungs.

Breathing,
Suparna


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