Morning Hair Without a Care; Would You Ever be so Lucky?

sometimes, when the wind picks up i like to close my eyes and lift my arms as it skims around my body, dancing about the tangles of my hair.
sometimes, i like to inhale deeply and taste the fall on my tongue as it whispers something loving in my ear.
sometimes, i like to think that the wind is you, coming back to tell me that you miss me, or you're proud, or 'that this too will pass'.
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