The Wind

The wind was shaking the trees behind me.
I look back,
nothings there but the trees swaying leaves.
I continue my walk, as the wind brushes my shoulders.
The wind picks up, a hollaring screech whispers in my ear,
but I'm safe.
 
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Goaliegirl

VT

16 years old

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