I am not Earth, you cannot mold me
I am not Water, you cannot pour me
I am not Fire, you can’t ignite me
I am nothing but Air so do not fight me
Because I am Air
You presume to know me
You’ve done just that
So now you can blow me
Photography by Paul Richman
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