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Leaves. Inside out. Living things Buffeted by the unseen. Wrecked into action As if awoken violently from a still sleep. The howling And merciless, Unending, Exhalation from Heaven! Not a creature is stirring But for birds Adjusting their navigation gear After too many near misses. "There's snow in the forecast" And we will be stronger to face it Because of today.
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Mar 1, 2014
Mar 1, 2014 at 6:54 PM UTC
Windstorm
Leaves. Inside out. Living things Buffeted by the unseen. Wrecked into action As if awoken violently from a still sleep. The howling And merciless, Unending, Exhalation from Heaven! Not a creature is stirring But for birds Adjusting their navigation gear After too many near misses. "There's snow in the forecast" And we will be stronger to face it Because of today.
john-davis
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Mar 1, 2014
Mar 1, 2014 at 6:54 PM UTC
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