Today I felt the wind in my bones, which shoved me to the earth where leaves fallen raised the alarm of another world. Tempestuous, hurly-burly wind, tornado of explicit statement. It disturbs equipoise and restores insanity in a poised world. Forgive this bellicosity, but the wind in my home is a real occurrence, the hills quake with fear. A gentle nudge and I am done. The night’s event is the wind choking dogs outside, and me buried deep deep in dreams which surface in a maelstrom of wishes.
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