CIRCLE 55 / WIND

Sigrid Keunen
Sep 9, 2018 · 1 min read

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The wind caresses my face,

As the sun rays become bearable.

The sound of the rustling leaves makes me smile in the sun.

On Sundays.

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Sigrid Keunen

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