Being gently misted as a breeze rushes over me,
parting my hair so naturally.
Letting it blow, tossing and tangling my curls as
I continue to write.
Getting lost in deepened caverns, seeking pathways
towards beauty's solace where I can watch it
exclusively.
Feeling it's spirit enter my being gently,
reassuring all atoms of self that I'm where I belong
right now.
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