Oxygen gone.
Who took the air out of the room, my sails, this place?
There used to be lots to breathe - salty air, stale air, open air, potato chip bag air.
Now, nothing.
Perhaps we can figure this out together.
Why this taken-for-granted, off-the-cuff idea that there will always be normal breathing, normal intake and outgo, is not so certain any longer.
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