"From my first breath in this world, all I wanted was a good
set of lungs and the air to fill them with - given circumstances,
you might presume, for an American baby of the twentieth
century. Think about your own first gasp: a shocking wind
roweling so easily down your throat, and you still slipping
around in the doctor's hands. How you yowled! Not a thing
on your mind by breakfast, and that was on the way."
-Leif Enger, Peace Like A River
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