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Joyful Warrior Journal

The wind had a mind all it's own

The wind had a consciousness all its own. It came through the large ferns and ancient redwoods as a snake. No wider than a child's tire swing, it moved with speed making the leaves quake and burst into the clearing where I sat, sending my hair into the sky and kissing my cheek. Then on down the hill as if it had never been. Wind should not act this way, but then again I guess the wind can do what it pleases...

Experience at Shell Beach

- The Joyful Warrior

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