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The Brewing Storm

The wind blows strongly from the east

How strange that is blows from that direction

The dark clouds sit morbidly in the heavy air

Will the wind bring them to us

Or will it drive them away...?

The sharp sound of plastic scraping across the concrete

Cuts through the hushed scream of the wind

Jerking me from my dreamscape

And back to reality.



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