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Jun 2021
The wind caresses my skin
I blush at the gesture
The wind clings my clothes to me
I hide myself subtly
The wind whips my hair away from my face
I feel exposed
The wind pushes me away
I don’t resist
The wind gives me goosebumps
My heart drops slightly
The wind throws sand at my face
It blinds me from its actions
The wind becomes dangerous
But I still love the wind
ATLAS
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ATLAS  18/F/Australia
(18/F/Australia)   
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