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May 2018
The warm wind tugs at my heart like a lover returning
But in this sorrow is a neon joy shining brighter than everything I’ve ever seen


It reminds me of you
Tussling my hair
Moving toward my destination
Hoping I’ll return to its embrace

How lovely the wind feels, curling in the spaces my fingers make
I took a half mile walk and the wind started blowing and I felt like writing about it
Hidden Glace
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Hidden Glace  19/M/Wherever You Will Go
(19/M/Wherever You Will Go)   
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     L B and Johnny Scarlotti
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