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The air A whirlwind Aboe the ground Is mysterious and powerful. It absorbs everything, Inhaling the fragility of human presence. It plays with objects As the wind gets wild And time is restless. You keep praying For peace and calm But the hurricane is enormous And it mocks at you.
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