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Sometimes life is so overwhelming
that I want to stand on a cliff overlooking the ocean
facing into a cold, biting wind
wearing just a long shimmery night gown
as pale as my skin
hair and gown blowing back
blowing   b l o w i n g     b  l   o    w    i       n         g
until little pieces of me
one by one
detach in wisps
and blow away with the wind
the wisps fly off of me
more and more quickly
until everything
even the scent of my perfume
is but a memory

©Cynthia Clinton 08/21/08

Note: I have an interesting relationship with the wind and have since I was small.  I’ve always felt like messages were carried to me on the wind.  I put messages for other people on the wind, sometimes little gifts, and I tell people to stick their head out their front door at some point that day so they can receive their gift.  It sounds corny, but there’s power in it.  Sometimes people will give me news and I’ll say, “I know… it was on the wind a month ago.”  I get messages in other ways too, but there’s something about the wind and me.  If I could choose the way in which I left this earth at the end of this life, this is the way I would choose to go.  I wish I could make it so (but not now lol)
This is what I’m currently listening to…

And this book sounds utterly yummy… Can you tell what kind of a mood I’m in?

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