Invisible my mom tells me that when I was very young I would run and run and run asking her the question -- "can you see me?" "can you see still me?" knowing for certain that I would be invisible -- so fast to be only a blur, like the wind now I see the wind soaring alive with freedom, curving currents carving away mountains shifting all of us slightly with each whispered voice that asks a question knowing for certain that I am invisible -- so powerful to the touch, like the wind
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