When I make my coffee in the morning I breathe and I wait for it to brew.

When I go for my daily walk I breathe until the path takes me back home.

When I am struggling with the world and I remember what I am, I breathe and look at my thoughts flowing and dancing like snowflakes.

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When I make my coffee in the morning I breathe and I wait for it to brew. When I go for my daily walk I breathe until the path takes me back...