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It was the running wind more than touched me not so gently slapping my face pulling the hair over my face making a wild disarray dumping the shawl around my neck to a muddy puddle nearby . Like everything else it just passed not even looking back at the mess it made on me I ran my fingers though my hair rearranged myself moved on. the wind did not seep in through my skin. ©Malintha Perera 2014
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Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 2:03 AM UTC
The Wild Wind
It was the running wind more than touched me not so gently slapping my face pulling the hair over my face making a wild disarray dumping the shawl around my neck to a muddy puddle nearby . Like everything else it just passed not even looking back at the mess it made on me I ran my fingers though my hair rearranged myself moved on. the wind did not seep in through my skin. ©Malintha Perera 2014
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Dec 2, 2014 at 2:03 AM UTC
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