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Breathing,
Ahh,
The essence of life.
From the beginning, the Maker of light.
From dust we were made,
His Breath giving life.
An existence of breath.
We breath in our cries.
We breath out our sighs.
We take in the fragrance of Spring.
Long drags of the sun's Summer bright.
Slow and sleepy yawns of sweet Autumn's hue.
The short and sharp catching of Winter's breath.
And with yearn, deep within,
To dust our existence returns.
And our essence to Him.
Amen
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