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Saturday, September 28, 2013

Howl

The wind howls but it has no strength and cannot tumble me.
The wind howls and it might be wolves. They will not come for me.
The wind howls and the branches bend but they will not break or fall.
The wind howls and the ages send their answer. Hear their call.
The future howls, and past unseated all.

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