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Feb 2013
The wind communicates through the dance of the leaves
The wind communicates through the howl of the trees
it creeks and cracks and sounds like a door opening slowly
I will walk through each tree, on at a time, each tree is an open door
and when I get through, I will be the wind,
controlling the leaves, waves, and sand
I will blow through your hair
and guide all beings to love
and when i've had enough,
I will escape out of this atmosphere, and start out into the big open sea of stars
until I get to the point where the laws of physics are irrelevant
Only then will I truly be free
Marisa Wallace
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Marisa Wallace
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