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There is a stirring       when one sees with clarity             what lies ahead -- Edges sharpen, and       the air pressure drops.             Trees rustle where                    there is no breeze; A wind chime tinkles       in a desolate place             and it feels like                   the end of time--
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Feb 5, 2020
Feb 5, 2020 at 9:36 AM UTC
There is a stirring
There is a stirring       when one sees with clarity             what lies ahead -- Edges sharpen, and       the air pressure drops.             Trees rustle where                    there is no breeze; A wind chime tinkles       in a desolate place             and it feels like                   the end of time--
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F/Cleveland
Feb 5, 2020
Feb 5, 2020 at 9:36 AM UTC
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