While I am confined

While I am confined to the insides of my home – and some other insides too, with a cough and nothing intelligent leaking out of me, I read of youngsters wanting to find themselves (insofar as they have selves) and things that stop your pen from rolling off the table.
All returned to me is what forces its way through those swollen nostrils, the freshness in the air. All the way one can feel alive.

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