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Across the Prairie

Winds blow, soft, insistent knotting my hair, tugging my clothes begging me to run, swift and surefooted as the antelope. Rain falls, tumbling down the hillside, filling the creek until its swollen currents roar by, banks overflowing. Feet pound the earth, blindly seeking solid footing, pushing past the pain, pressing on until the body is worn. Scents of sage, wet earth, and stone fill my lungs as my chest heaves, smelling of things both old and new. Wind blows, rain falls, water roars, heart pounds; amid the voices of nature, my mind is at peace.

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