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Blow toward a candle from across the room.
Air's like this magical, invisible liquid. It ebbs and flows, pours in to fill voids, lifts huge things...like roofs and airplane wings.
Like a wave, your breath rolls across the void. Will there be enough
left of it to make lap that tongue of flame?
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