where does the wind go?
when it's not chillin' me.
when we get away and hide.
and when we feel free.
if she rides she rides.
but a little while down the road.
we've got to decide.
and reach for whichever she chooses.
a hole in the wall.
and such a peaceful place...
like nothing else exists.
but you and me and the wind.
sven.
redwoods santa cruz mountains october 2013.
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