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Every time the wind blows I can hear it calling to me. Telling me of the wilderness that it holds and the adventures that it promises. Every time the Wind blows I can feel it tugging at my free soul urging me to be truthful. Every time the wind blows I can smell the wild ocean that lays just beyond. Every time the winds blows I can hear the song that it sings to me, and the laughter of it's never ending joy. Every time the wind blows, a butterfly flutters past my face, whispering, it's time.
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Feb 18, 2017
Feb 18, 2017 at 9:37 AM UTC
Its Time
Every time the wind blows I can hear it calling to me. Telling me of the wilderness that it holds and the adventures that it promises. Every time the Wind blows I can feel it tugging at my free soul urging me to be truthful. Every time the wind blows I can smell the wild ocean that lays just beyond. Every time the winds blows I can hear the song that it sings to me, and the laughter of it's never ending joy. Every time the wind blows, a butterfly flutters past my face, whispering, it's time.
aria-mundt
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Feb 18, 2017
Feb 18, 2017 at 9:37 AM UTC
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