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Oxygen itself never burns. It only helps with combustion. It pushes the flames in skyrockets, up to your mouth and outside as theories. Swinging on dirt winds and serene through chaos, it finds every possible habitat: appreciate it and it will transcend you, overuse it and you rust. It is a controlled force. An ever-fresh power.

Curated By:

Ana Gabelaia, Nino Sakandelidze

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