not just against me - but now the wind departs as my own reach, continuing from the moment shared within its sweep. There are no isolated moments, no events that do not consist of every other action of the world as well. I was placed before the wind a thousand years before it reached me, some motion given spark in inspiration of our meeting. Nothing random, yet nothing planned, just mystery unfolding in its own fashion.
For this.
And everything else.
~
Peace,
Eric
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