I cannot smell the wind, but it carries things that I can... I cannot see it, but if I release a colored cloud I can watch it move. I can feel it when it mightily blows. I can hear it whistle by.
My father smelled of....and I saw him in passing, I believe the wind may be more still, I felt his pats....on my head and hugs as I got older. I can hear his voice with my ears.
Lord, please appeal to my senses.... I need you now!
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