wind

the wind recalls – her

direction dives into a

sharp slice – linear and

absent of any slipped pause.

there is no apprehension,

or second thought given to

the validity of her action.

a vivid clarity, lifted in

an uphold of pride and

purpose – residing in the

swift movement of her

steadied hand.

 

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