The gentle whisper of the wind,
hugging you tight,
making you cold.
The graceful float of the breeze,
swinging through the air,
swaying the trees,
pushing the water.
Bringing back all the memories
that you tried so hard to push past.
All you can do is stand there,
facing the wind,
facing the past.
But breathe.
Become part of the wind.
stop the thoughts,
stop the thinking,
pause the anxiety, and
Slowly. Float. Away.
Away from the past,
from those memories,
away from yourself.
J u s t
L e t
G o

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