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Oct 2021
The wind exhales, it’s exhilarating
breath howling through
the streets. For a moment, it is exalted
and revered by nature. Even the sun prostrates at its feet. Though invisible,
it escalates, leaving destruction
in its feat; lifting and ejecting anything unfortunate enough to stray in its path.
The wind inhales and the leaves tremble,
bracing for the next peril.
silentwoods
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