Precious air.

 Precious air. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Precious air. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

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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