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Windpiper...by Cary Kellyfrom beneath the gauzy curtains that draped my mother's loins, I was pushed... into a sterile spotlight that demanded the first painful note of my existence. The lungs, like caged musicians, involuntarily blew through a windpipe they had never played and the expulsion was so primitive and unpracticed I cried. Yet still, I was blanketed with applause. Eventually, pediatric cacophony matured into melodic lullaby and now 34 years deep into this lifesong, the lungs are in tune with the drumming of a heart and all the other organs in my anatomical orchestra, but the ovations are gone and the end of this ballad will only see the tears of others. |
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