Winds —

Are whipping Austin. Whipping the trees. Whipping the air. Whipping the neighbor’s wind chimes.

I did not think I would like those wind chimes when the neighbors moved in.

But I do.

I can hear and taste the electric wind. I lift my face and nose and just breath.


where the art work comes from:
i lifted that off

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