Saturday, July 19, 2008
The Wind is a Wish
The wind is a secret this morning. A steady humidity rises from the lush foilage. The sun keeps quiet over treetops glistened with wet nights unforgotten. I know there was a wind, for I felt it in a wish, hair lifted softly, waves lapping at low tide, pulled only by dream. I'm certain I felt a...
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