As the Wind Moves

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As the wind moves through the mountains

my boots crunch the light dusting of snow.

I am the intruder here

and yet at home in the wholeness of the moment

fully embracing the peace,

mindful of a few clouds,

yet still seeking the sun

to warm my face,

and renew

the spirit within me.

     

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