O How I love the wind … it makes the windmill turn but never burns the petrified it could still grind the corn to make our bread then turn again, renewing us, enabling change. and why I love the wind … it brings the clouds to rain drawn fresh from oceans great and small to wash us clean, refresh the air we breathe renew the spirit and lubricate the wheel of life. and when I love the wind … it blows the clouds away reveals the blue, the great beyond and opens curtains to the solar light from sun that feeds the green of photosynthesis.
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