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Ever watch a paper plate

tumbling in high wind. You

cannot see the wind, the

spiraling air, the color that

an updraft leaves behind.

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Wind blow to wind gust,

wind tossed, high winds all

there as pressure against

a thing coporeal. It is there.

We feel it.

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What are these pillars

and posts of which they

speak?  If I am to be thrown

from one to the other

I want to know what that

will look like. I suspect

wind will play a part in this

dance adagio.

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Lady A

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