Windchimes
People are like the wind
Finding a direction to go
Swirling in circles, changing directions, storms, calm.
When looking into the soul of the wind there is nothing to see, only feel
When looking at the face of a headstone there is nothing see, nothing to feel
unless you bury yourself in memories.
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