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You can hear the winds from inside my walls. Nature at its strongest so we can hear it when it calls. Raindrops beat with a rhythm against the window panes. Nothing dry remains.
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Nov 21, 2020
Nov 21, 2020 at 4:20 PM UTC
Nature
You can hear the winds from inside my walls. Nature at its strongest so we can hear it when it calls. Raindrops beat with a rhythm against the window panes. Nothing dry remains.
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Nov 21, 2020
Nov 21, 2020 at 4:20 PM UTC
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