When the Wind Whispers

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In the hushed tranquility of twilight, it seems at times that the wind whispers. Its voice of wonder is a sound so soft it mingles with the rustling of the cattails quickly turning to shadow, the constant flow of the waters so great and steady. It reminds me that darkness can be beautiful, that morning will come, that I am a small observer in the creation and recreation of this earth, creating and recreating myself.

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