Winds

All day the sky has been silver and the wind, constant. They are joined in a way that we can never be.

Once upon a time, we drove through places that had empty land and constant wind. From time to time, we saw sheets and clothing on the line, moving opposite of our trajectory.

We knew that we didn’t belong. So we kept going.

Moving, but never quite escaping.

 

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