for that one who listens to the wind, you know who you are–  you better know who you are.

 

My mother taught me to respect the wind the most.  She said it suffers so much.  Because it travels everywhere, it suffers.  It hits against thorns, rocks, and walls.  It bleeds, it cries.  But it also listens to everyone.  It is always there, always giving humans and all the earth, life.

-Martin Poz

 

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