Fragmentation Period. 2022 December #005. The wind carries whispers of freedom, the wind caresses me with its gentle breeze, leaping in joy through the air I feel free. My heart beats, panting to a new rhythm. Butterflies flutter in my wake, carrying away all my sorrow and pain, the wind brings with it cleansing rain, and I revel in the joy of this newfound ease.
rmutt
