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Mar 2014
Enter The Wind.
And then the wind arched its back and spoke these words to me.

"I am the season under the sun
I am that turtle that swims not in tune to that smallest mustard seed
I am all that you all quake inside for
And this makes me your silent enemy
For of me you never were."

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jo forstrom
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