DAUGHTER OF THE WIND
Winds love me, play with me
The air itself adores me
It kisses me though it has no lips
The air nourishes me, feeds me
It tosses my hair like I am a child's plaything
The wind is insubstantial
But it can push you down if it wants to
I'm glad to be the wind's daughter . . .
It cares for me while it tears your house apart.
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