Etymologically speaking, a breath is not neutral or bland — it’s cooked air; we live in a constant simmering. There is a furnace in our cells, and when we breathe we pass the world through our bodies, brew it lightly, and turn it loose again, gently altered for having known us.
Diane Ackerman, “A Natural History of the Senses” (via misswallflower)
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