Aided By The Wind Conclusion

The wind, a conductor of memories past, whispers of boostalgia, in each gust it casts, every play by play, blow by blow, moves us in the direction of refinement, victory, goal. It carries laughter, like a playful lambada, stirring the plot, where we can embark the crossroads of shallow depths of flood, rescue, boat, armada, with it's tugfloat- , antics, dote. Upon the breeze, momentum, ab solution, scensctes emotions, mingles with Petrichords of spring tugging ferry of family amalgamation, observatory. The wind, a conductor of memories past, whispers of nostalgia, in each gust it casts, every play by play, blow by blow. Vesper-wilding crystal clear antecdotes. Where the wind can carry pain, wound salts in exclamate whirl of spin. It also carries a soft hum and a touch from person to beast to person, playing in the yard, naked, raw, carefree, as we begin again.