12.26.20 // this is me

This is me.
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A lover of the wind.
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Ever since I was a kid, I admired the elements, but the wind has always called to me.
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But I’m not just an admirer of the wind. I’m a true lover of the beautiful gusts that carelessly tousle my hair and sweep soft kisses on my cheeks.
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But I’m not just a lover of the wind. I’m a luster for the wispy clouds that dance on the breeze. Finding myself endlessly pointing at the sky in wonder every time a perfect arrangement of moisture in the air floats by or catches the light just right.
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I’m not just a luster for the wind. I’m a part of the wind every time I hear her whisper my name sometimes in warmth and sometimes in warning.
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I long for the wind in soft moments and I am wary of her powers in so many others.
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She is powerful beyond measure and comforting beyond means.
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She is a part of me and yet always beyond my grasp.