It was a Saturday evening. The saloon was already three quarters full with mostly regulars. I was just setting up for the karaoke when the stranger walked in, whipped up to the bar and asked for a drink – anything, he said but make it quick, I’m parched. He swilled it down then it happened: “I’m the west wind” he said and he just let ‘er rip.
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It was a Saturday evening. The saloon was already three quarters full with mostly regulars. I was just setting up for the karaoke when the stranger walked in, whipped up to the bar and asked for a drink – anything, he said but make it quick, I’m parched. He swilled it down then it happened: “I’m the west wind” he said and he just let ‘er rip.
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Filled with detail and energy, movement and electricity.
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Thanks Gi, another one of my experiments that just took off 😎
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The drummer boy had one celebratory drink too much!
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A duck on a pond in a windstorm?
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Hey, there you go. Thanks 😊
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