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Mar 2015
Wind sifts through the spruce,
Birch,
Oak,
and Maple trees.
I remember the wind that grew like the trees.
Strong but gentle,
humble but confident,
infectious but pure.

It was the wind we created.
Together.
Sam Stone Grenier
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Sam Stone Grenier  25/M/Wisconsin
(25/M/Wisconsin)   
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