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Resistance

When the wind whispers

into the bones of the trees,

it is calling to say:

‘This is life as it is.

And my breath will bend you

the way that it does.’

Resistance is futile

when you’re a tree.

5 replies on “Resistance”

Good! I’m glad! ☺️✨Ive been pretty good, just riding the ups and downs of life. Lovely weather finally so I’m happy to steal it off you guys again! Ha ha ha.

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