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      <title>1. Breathing By Degrees</title>
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;A prose poem for the &lt;a href=&#34;https://www.napowrimo.net/day-one-4/&#34;&gt;NaPoWriMo Day One prompt&lt;/a&gt;, Photo by &lt;a href=&#34;https://unsplash.com/@jareddrice?utm_source=unsplash&amp;amp;utm_medium=referral&amp;amp;utm_content=creditCopyText&#34;&gt;Jared Rice&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href=&#34;https://unsplash.com/s/photos/breathing?utm_source=unsplash&amp;amp;utm_medium=referral&amp;amp;utm_content=creditCopyText&#34;&gt;Unsplash&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Sometimes a breath is not &lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; a breath, not just the rising and the falling of the chest, the slow release of the tension of fretting and of wondering, and of wandering. Sometimes a breath is not just the lungs taking and giving, extending life. Sometimes a breath is the sound of battle, the spoils of the war for tomorrow, won moment by moment, because forever is too short and tomorrow is not promised and this moment, fleeting and vanishing is all that is for sure.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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