Friday, October 19, 2012


from soft breezes to forceful gusts, the wind is always with us tho sometimes still.

in college we carried canvases to and from school.  it was a windy walk to the bus stop and inevitably crashed my canvas into barbara.  "its the wind", i said by way of an apology.  it became a standard line whenever one of us bumps into the other.

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