The Thing That Learned to Breathe
I was born in a room that smelled like bleach and old copper. I remember the light first - bright and white and unforgiving, the kind of light that does not care if you are ready for it. Then I remember the sounds, which were also unforgiving - the beep of machines and the murmur of people talking in a language I would later learn was English but which, at the time, sounded like wind through...
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