Sometimes it almost feels as if something more than air has escaped, that there was something inside this sac gestating and growing, slowly stretching the seams and cracking the membrane until it could be contained no longer and burst out into the world to go who knows where. All we can surmise is that it’s out there somewhere, waiting, watching, anticipating exactly the right moment to make its move. Only then will we know for certain what it is – but will it be too late?
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