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I feel as though I'm near starvation, the hunger lies within. I'm growing parched and the thirst dries me up. But today there was movement in the air. And the winds of change swirled a gentle sweetness around me, and I inhaled and devoured a breath of eternal hope. It was like a bit of nutrition that touched the soul and caressed the spirit. And the wind whispered, "Be patient, together we'll drift beyond what was, to what will be." ......or maybe it was just the oncoming of a storm.
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