Spirit Of The Wind

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By Austin Hoehn

the wind is not just some force from the current off the ocean, but it's the movement of air from the traffic of spirtis coming and going, they dance around the flowers and swing in the trees, they frolic in the meadows and splash into the seas. they fly in the air and rest in the clouds, they look down upon the earthly ground, and watch you explore everything from looking into the heavenly bound sky to asking the questins why? on the days when the spirits are not moving so fast that you don't feel their rush, they are playing a game to see who can move with the gentlest hush, so on those calm and gentle days if you stop to listen you might just hear the laughing of the spirits as they lightly float past your ear, as they wink at each other and say, we are here.

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