We drove across the Manhattan Bridge, late afternoon sun streaming across the island onto Brooklyn, the sky blue and the air expansive around us, and at last I remembered again how to breathe. I rested my hand on the steering wheel and took deep, clear breaths in a smile.
When you've been drowning in soil six feet deep, a moment in the clouds is a treasure.
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