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The Tower

The clouds are gloomy, and still.

Their dark grey eyes stare slowly down, at the bare earth beneath.

Not a bird, nor any sound heard.

Two logs sit like old companions, withered and worn by the wind.

The land, cold and bare, shivers in silence.

In the distance, a lone tower stands at attention.

The solemn statuette of progress.



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