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The me that is reaching
Know who is change and running. Who dares find out. Know not what is now but why. Rabbit nibbling, wind reaching. Roaring. Isolated and wandering. Follow the wind. It looks out for you. I am watching you from above my hair is resting on your shoulders. Look up. So close. So blind. Come be queen of worlds with me. Take the reaching wind in your hand. Feel the hair on your shoulders. Tickling. See me through what inspires you. I love you, little spiral of wind. You belong here, isolated, no more. Let us sink. Let us rise. Let us adventure the deep worlds within, together.