The Windchime Lady

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Windchimes around a porch

Windchimes of all sizes and shapes hang around her porch waiting for a gentle breeze.

Chimes made of chrome, brass, bamboo, wood, and glass swing sweetly while chiming with ease.

Walking by,  I see a woman sitting in a rocking chair listening to the magical music play.

Known only to me as The Windchime Lady, I see her while walking to school  each day.

For now, I have only paused,  listened, and smiled, so many times.

Some day, I will stop, ask her name, and all about her beautiful windchimes.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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