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With every exhale, I lost more of my Self. Breathing the world in, breathing the self out, I became diluted to the point of nonexistence.

Aware of everything yet focused on nothing, I glided weightlessly through the flowers and grasses. I seemed to hear everything with new clarity. The wind’s rough whisper, bird and insect songs, swish of grass, trickle of water, all distinct, yet blended into one. I became separated from my feet, which made their own decisions and were never wrong and never stumbled.