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The Breath of God.

When I was a child I thought as a child.
My room was between two long closets.
In the summer the wind would blow through the closets.
It came up the roof gables...
I would go to the window with a fan in it.
I made roaring sounds in the fan.

I would go to the second window without a fan.
I'd listen to the wind rustle through the sycamore trees.
I would breathe with the sound of the sycamore leaves.
It felt like I was causing the breath of God.
I felt peaceful and at one with the sycamore leaves.
I believed I was at one with God.


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