the lost man chronicles
one with the breeze
wind blow, chime a path onward and wayward far from the million strangers of the day who lamentably believe they are happy. take us away to where light and shadow play and evoke charms of the past, where laughter rings fast and freely, and music beguiles amongst the masses of leaves; where bees dance ballets through labyrinths of daisies, orchids and magnoliacae, and where my spirit may, in essence, become one with the lazy breeze.
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