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A poem about feeling our senses and slowing down. |
| Walk into the wind... The wind hits your face. The wind gets your attention. The wind tickles your senses. The wind offers a new thought. The wind hits your face. The wind came from nowhere. The wind moved through your hair. The wind is telling you something. The wind hits your face. The wind waters your eyes. The wind alters your walk. The wind slows you down. |