Wind is gorgeous when you need it. High pressure to low. Through an open window and onto your neck, a whistle or whisper—so pleasant. None other than here, than now, than ever; where will I be when the wind doesn’t blow like it did just then?

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  bendey14 wrote @

I’m diggin this, and the more “nothing” you’ll be offer in the future.


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