What is wrong?
My past, my future. Head spinning. Panic surfacing.
Breathe.
The sun is shining, traffic is humming, a dog is barking, mosquitos are buzzing, birds are chirping, a chipmunk is scurrying, the river is flowing, spring buds are flowering,
and children are playing.
My lungs fill with air.
Nothing is wrong.
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