There is a stream flowing down from the mountain. It flows from your crown to your sacrum, where it spills into the earth, tasting of snow-melt and wonder. It's sound is the pine-needle breeze. It flows through the wilderness of your body, through the core of your soul. Inside you is a place where you are always outside, in a fresh mountain sky. Naked and deliciously lost in the wild, dive into the stream. It will cleanse and carry you. It is this breath.
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