Spirits In The Wind

The wind is full of spirits tonight. I can see them, pale blue as hydrangeas, silver clear as raindrops on glass. They think I don't notice the way they draw their translucent skirts to them as they plummet through the air. They think I think I'm dreaming as they slide gleaming and fearless through fresh... Continue Reading →

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