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There’s no visible change on my arm minus the puncture wound. I take off the helmet, lowering it into the mud. I pause for a few pulses and let out a prolonged exhale. Misty, warm air engulfs my lungs, charging my cells.

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✍ Posy Churchgate
✍ Posy Churchgate

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