The wind whispers

I’m reading outside beneath tall trees.
The wind kicks in and turns a page of my book.
I look up and say:
I love you too.


By Ray

writer / shutterbug / wanderer / lifelong entrepreneur / reiki master / oral deaf / zigs when others zag / nature lover who kayaks to work ; )
Currently wandering full time in a tiny camper around the continent and sharing the journey along the way.

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