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Nov 2020
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.
Written by
B J Truax
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     izzn, Spriha Kant and Fayre
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