I blew a soap bubble and watched it grow slowly still attached to the straw getting rounder and rounder

until it breaks away and floats up full of the air I breathed into it so round and perfect rising up falling down slowly moving away from me as it rides the currents of wind getting further and further until it hits a wall and bursts disappears as if it has never existed but leaving behind a little wet circle on the wall a reminder of its existence.

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