The same wind that breathed across the ocean lifted up the ends of my hair around my face. She left me and greeted the spinifex grasses behind me before reminding the bushes and shrubs how to dance. A pelican spiraled above, playing within her as she rose to greet the heavens from where she was born. Oh wind, my forever friend, Spirit of creativity and curiosity. Where do you come from? Where are you going? Why won't you tell me? When can I come? Oh to be swept up with you, to be the dust of deserts that feed the seas.
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