In my mind’s eye my cousin Julie and I are riding bicycles again on county road P we are about 13 years old.
The sky is blue,
the rice fields are waving that brilliant green,
our long brown hair wiping around our faces as the wind is at our backs …
we let go if the handle bars throwing our arms into the air,
we look at each other laughing!
Letting the wind take us home.
(My prayer for my cousin, from the above memory we shared years ago.)
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