[Morningstar Rising]: 113.Five Words July

     One day as I was walking up a flight of stairs, the wind blew me away. It carried me to a faraway land, where I kind of lost my way. I traveled up dunes of reddish sand, that glimmered in the purple sun. The wind was warm upon my flesh, it howled out my name. I could have sworn it laughed at me, the wind is cruel that way you see. It is alive in this faraway land, where the day is long and the seconds tick by like endless years. You can take flight, you can try to run, but in the end, lost you will stay. For here in this faraway land, a single day is like a million years. The wind is king and queen, the ruler of the land. Be leary not to anger it, for lost like me you'll be one day, on a flight that never ends.


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