As if on cue, the world seems to be picking up. The first to answer my call was the wind. It has for long been a faithful companion. It has cried when tears deserted me; been dry and harsh as has at times been the want of my heart. But now it seems to have softened up. it has begun to delight, having rediscovered its verve. The voices it exudes have marveled me for long; but of late, there has been more to them. They are almost alive. Speaking, breathing. perhaps they always have. only i was too busy to listen.
It feels good to be alive again....
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