Everything Breathes. I watch the trees breathing in the cool morning air and I feel the lungs in this body breathe as these words are written. The rocks breathe, the clouds breathe, the coffee mug in my hand breathes. Everything breathes, everything has being. Life lives, uncategorized.
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Gratitude for photo: http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://supernaturalbotanicals.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/cup-150x150.jpg&imgrefurl=http://supernaturalbotanicals.com/blog/&usg=__6rIv0ifkyi5NoJCt8mZ6yUszzFk=&h=150&w=150&sz=5&hl=en&start=0&sig2=JlY0GHfBjuEN6obZc0LaHQ&zoom=1&tbnid=if-DIAUfsE--jM:&tbnh=120&tbnw=120&ei=d2vQTaD5Aqrj0QH9q_3yDQ&prev=/search%3Fq%3Dcoffee%2Bcup%2Bbreathing%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26biw%3D1366%26bih%3D635%26tbm%3Disch0%2C355&um=1&itbs=1&iact=hc&vpx=174&vpy=193&dur=2809&hovh=120&hovw=120&tx=93&ty=80&page=1&ndsp=21&ved=1t:429,r:7,s:0&biw=1366&bih=635
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