Where Wind Chimes Go Unnoticed
The wind chime is an all too overlooked enigma, dangling freely to serve as the wind’s source of whisper, chanting clangy along with the will of this westerly weathered blow. I stand serene and notice pinecone after pinecone drop bass to their high pitched haunting beat, assuring me of the validity of pagan presence here.
The wind is the difference between breath and breathing, and I stand, smoking into it.
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