As
I sit outside today, the freshening Wind rises in the West. It gets
me thinking about how the Wind never really stops blowing. It
changes, but the air is always moving, even if it is just the air I
am exhaling. The breeze does not start and stop, it does not begin or
end. Sometimes it is just so gentle that I don't notice it. Today, I
will be paying attention to time when I think something is ending,
when, in fact, it is just changing.
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