bulrushes blown by the wind,
white feathers exploding from within, drifting off, held and nurtured by the wind, the breath of God. the bulrushes being blown like candles at the end of a service smoke permeating the air around, getting caught up in the air pungency getting diluted as it travels where it wills. following in the stream made by the Wild spirit of God.
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