Standing so tall, seeing over the branches of the tallest tree, spinning its blades to ward off that spirit of wind that breaks and leaves us still in the day, and makes us warm in the night.
It’s powered by the wind, it’s spirit haunted by the wind, the gentle breeze caresses it’s heart, the soft and heavy air, the cicadas singing, will pierce it’s flowing song, until the morning, when it will blow again.
Ralph Peck
Photo by Ralph Peck
Bushyhead, Oklahoma
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