Filling Senses
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Purples of happiness, filling my senses as I peer
out a window to watch the wind racing through the
atmosphere.
Catching hold of leaves hanging from trees, blowing
them recklessly without a care if they can hold on
or not.
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