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Chasing the Wind

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Ariana Dobell

Wind, breezing through the trees, Why do you run? Must you go someplace to be with someone else? Wind, know you are welcome here, for the sunny day grows longer and hotter with each passing letter. Come back and speak to me more, I want to hear your whispers again. The way you softly touch each living creature as you race by in hope of something more.

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