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The Wind of Change

Every so often, the wind of change blows me a dream.

A spark.

A glimpse of the person I truly am inside.

Sigh.

Where do you blow, sweet wind?

And what do you wish this sleepy dreamer to be?

illustration of moon showing during sunset
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By brookecutler2

Liver of life, lover of everything. 💕

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