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Nov 2011
There was no storm I couldn't weather.
Until you removed a single letter.
And yet again, you removed another.
And in the place of them, you see, you set the letter h and e.
And now that storm I couldn't weather,
became a game of whether or not that storm was me.
Sean Critchfield
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