A Mouthful of Cigarettes

Where is the miracle from quitting smoking?

Josie Elbiry
Nov 2 · 6 min read
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The sun went down on my second full day as a non smoker. I crawled into bed, shivering, at 2 a.m. and lay my hands over my chest and crossed my feet. Tonal chants wove into my brain, and I settled under the covers for guided meditation.

I am supposed to ‘notice’ my breathing, so I drew in a long breath through the bottoms…

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