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My spirit soars in the squall, tempestuous wind howling my body away, a frenetic ire known only to me, all-consuming. Then comes peace, bluster departing. I spin silently through troposphere, feeling the sudden gravity as I plunge.
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Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 5:36 PM UTC
Squall
My spirit soars in the squall, tempestuous wind howling my body away, a frenetic ire known only to me, all-consuming. Then comes peace, bluster departing. I spin silently through troposphere, feeling the sudden gravity as I plunge.
storms and all that. can't get enough of storm metaphors in my writing. thought i might as well go the whole hog.
#peace#soul#spirit#wind#ire#howling#tempestuous#soars#squall#frenetic
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Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 5:36 PM UTC
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