iamwillproject

By iamwillproject

Pine

This is where the wind blows.
This is where my heart stops.
This is where my knees bend, my legs twist, my eyes drop, my neck breaks, my fingers touch.
This is where the wind blows... someone once told me.
This is where everything changes.

*Photography & poetry by my daughter of 13 (F.A.M.)

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