There’s a tree above me. It has thick branches and the sun is hitting it and I’m lying on my back looking up at it, the sky is bright blue behind it. Silence, only wind. Nothing touches me except the breeze. Everything that has ever happened in the world or to me is not here, it’s not anywhere. The only thing that is here is the breeze.
all is vanity
and chasing the wind,
come on, let's go and chase the wind.
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