🌬️ Blowing a soft whisper of a different time, the scenery tells me: days go by.
To enjoy each moment is up to me, for time simply passes for all to see.
The wind comes, the wind goes.
Seasons cycling on and on…
Someday my body might collapse, but the wind and the time will surely last.
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Words, Photo & Illustration by Djio Bach