I love assuming the role of wind.
Faceless. Artless.
Breezing into your life without a guise, sending your hair flying in mute surprise, stretching your smile acres wide... And then leaving, without leaving a trace behind.
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wow
this is a great work
every word of it...
Ben, i read it several times and enjoyed it more and more...
'without a guise'
'without leaving a trace behind'
so powerful
'artless'? when i see the wind sculpted sands or the poetry in a womans hair by it, i bow my head to the greater craftsman...
il miglior fabbro
....and its those invisible signatures we leave on souls that matters the most.
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