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Wind (75)

It was worrying the trees before I left growing fiercer as I walked. There’s something marvellous about being out in it. It’s a confirmation of aliveness of life, of being part of something bigger than just oneself. It’s the force of it, I think, it is without care, not mindful of what it does and to whom. I like that.

By Ellen Bell

Artist and writer currently living in Aberystwyth.