I write

November 30, 2008
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When a soft spring breeze whispers into my ear I write; serenity.
When a gust of summer wind sweeps through my hair and holds me in its warm embrace I write; joy.
When autumn winds blow through the falling leaves, I write; new beginnings.
When my wandering soul stands silent for winter wind creeps up from behind and shakes me within I write; bitter shock.
For writing aids me to discover within.

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