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When the wind picked up
and blew through my hair,
I stood still to listen
to God's intuition.

And O, I was not there.

When the wind picked up
and turned tall grass to waves upon the sea,
I needed to mention
of others' intentions.

And O, I was not there.

When the wind picked up
and roared across the field in a hurry,
we made a prediction,
we ran with conviction,
sprinting through thunder,
laughing with wonder.

And O, I was not there.

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