The wind blows my hair
striding along…
without any cares,
the landscape enticing
roses scent the air.
Breathing deeply,
feeling free
Fresh air pumping
the blood in my veins.
aware in the moment,
inhabiting a body
aware in the foment
the key to all fear…
is just being present
in order to share.
Seeing Beyond the Ordinary 
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