Wind
The day the great winds came, it was...
...the wind of angry gods....a wind so strong, even the raven could not find a steady branch to land on. So he kept moving.
Dust, and more dust, in my eyes.
...really the song of the medicine woman clearing the land and the hearts of people on it.
...a wind that blows two unsuspecting strangers into the embrace of possibility, on an empty and lonely stretch of street.
...a message of great importance.
...impossible to hear the coyote pups yipping in the distance.
The day the great winds came, it was...
...the wind of someone, who for so long, has not been in truth, but is now attempting to root down to integrity.
...A wind bringing the call of: "There must be more than this. Look at me. There must be more than this."
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