Anonymous

Anonymous

After the garbage and recycling trucks rumble away I sometimes find random things left behind — gifts from the wind. I think this poem should be called “Independence.” I found the capitalized “YOU” inspirational. It reminds me of Gandhi’s idea to “be the change that you wish to see in the world.”

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