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Ahhhhh… If you can read that as a joy of exhalation like the lungs clapping, the ribs sequeezing as they hug the air, the heart unable to keep still while there is still life remaining! At the same tim ethere both the pain and the joy; the pain of failing (and falling), of doing the wrong thing at times and having no one to turn to, no one to exonerate me but myself;