Her heart was racing. She wanted to breathe in and breathe out calmly. But she couldn’t. Her breathing was staggered. Her hands were shaking. She was dropping everything in hand except for her fears and anxieties.
She could hear the thrush in her own ear and head. She needed to understand why she couldn’t be still in serenity. She went back inside and turned everything off, including her phone. And, for a few minutes her heart stopped racing.
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