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Wisp

Updated: Jul 18, 2025

By Zhavi Tsurho


The coming of the winter’s warmth

with the going of the summer’s breeze.


I felt it as I rode down the path with the sun touching, and the wind brisking, 

my body, my being.


By Zhavi Tsurho



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