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May 2012
The hills are alive
with the sound of silence.
They echo back towards
deafened ears and
blinded hearts.

TImeless winds begin to change,
combusting all that's within range,
stripping trees from land,
and tearing souls from man.

So plug your ears
and close your eyes,
for here is where
the spirit dies.
Julia Low
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Julia Low
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   Dylan Anthony
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