Whip

The whip of the wind burrs the air as the giant blades cut overhead.
I stand underneath them and realise how fast they are and but for 20 tiny feet,
would be dead.
The blade may separate and fly away but it does not happen and I continue on my way.
Out in the sun.
Life is fun!

Copyright Faramond Frie © 2016

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