Hi readers,
It seems worth mentioning that I am in the alps. 'The Alps' is said as a breath, a sign of relief into the sacred air that waits for us to take the time to breath. To breathe new air feels difficult and uncertain. I'm caught in the headlights of foreign culture here, fumbling for words I don't know. Slowly the light, warm blanket of summer air slips over me and I find deep breaths, breaths that have been waiting inside my chest for weeks and months. I exhale and feel settled. 
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