Wild & Free Ryan A. Nash
Like the wind, blowing around you. Lifting your curls a little, wistfully sighing when you try to hold them together. Like the rain, falling on your outstretched arms in a thousand tiny embraces, whistling in tune with the wind. Like a beam of moonshine. Reflecting, like a twinkle, in your eye. Like a beam of moonshine on a windy, rainy night.
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