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Wind at the Bend
wind rises behind me,
a gentle insistence
against my spine~
not a command,
but a direction.
it threads through the grass,
touches my shoulders,
and nudges me toward
whatever waits
beyond the next bend.
no map.
no promise~
only the soft certainty
that some paths
are chosen
by the wind itself.
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