Before people ripped my ear-hairs out, because whites apparently find it intolerable for another to have them ( my skin’s white, I’m 1/4 east-Indian )

it used to be possible to feel the slightest breeze, someone opening a door or window to a house/apartment I was in, or any similar thing.

Massive & unusual sense that people ripped out from my life.

I’ve only short ones, now, & it’s a bit like being deaf, to breezes, in comparison.

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