what if the trees moved of their own volition? -the same action my mind attributes to the presence of wind would just happen. i'd look through my window at the outstretched armsof the trees, shifting and creaking, leaves fluttering violently as if there were a gale or a thunderstorm, and i'd step outside to be greated by utter stillness. i'd stare at the moving giants, looking like branched, land- loving anenomes swaying in the ocean of the atmosphere. it would make perfect sense- they'd create their own breeze with each intentional movement, swallowing the air thirstily.
i'd sit beneath them, face upturned, the wind rushing through my hair.
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Beautiful.
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