Santiago Dreaming

Wind blows!
(Pun not intended..well maybe a little. )


I love the poem! Thank you.
When I was 4 in Poway, the wind I realized had not been fed or given water! So I ran in the house and got it some bread and a glass of water and threw it up and it eat and drank all that I offered.
It is one of my most favorite memories.
I did not want the wind to be forgotten.
And on that day, in the driveway, it wasn't.
tara


Sweet photo, too.
t


Gravatar maura-
tara-why were you feeding the wind when you knew the trees were the ones making it?


Gravatar hey! cool photo. neat-o.


Gravatar Maura- what? The trees make the wind?
That is so cute. And, it makes complete sense, actually. This is what you thought?
You were just born when that happened in the driveway. You were really little and you squeeked a lot.
tara


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