May you be meek and mighty.

Like wind, we can destroy. We can also caress.

By Kayleigh WeaverPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

Great blue-grey skies churn.

Eternally forging winds.

A gust skims my skin.

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The urge to write crashes around inside of me like a vast ocean contained in a glass bottle. I can't contain it anymore and so here I am. Just trying to release the pressure on the rice cooker.

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