Precious air. Drawing Luke Hockley.
Air comes in and it goes out.
It is so precious.
I can’t really control my breathing (except for a moment).
I’ve got a better chance of influencing it.
In and out.
And that makes life possible.
Incredible.
Love
Luke
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