I feel the air against me. It resists, like water. I have to push to keep moving. I breath heavily; like gasping while swimming, but I'm not: Only walking. I look normal (I think) to others. Not like a landed fish. I push forward & feel the air against my skin. Flowing over me: Underwater in the sunshine. I push. I move. I feel tired from the air fighting me & surprised: Why resist me? There's only breathing & pushing. From 'Me' in You, Me & the others
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