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The wind, my dear, blows fiercely through the door tonight. The windows whistle eerie sounds of destruction. Gone is the winter and here comes the summer wrestling it’s way through a shamal.

Sand layers it’s coat on everything and everywhere. While storms at night like these are mostly rare, nature howls as two forces long to be intertwined. Whether the wind will be weathered or whether the weather blows yesterday’s sorrow away, is yet to be seen. For the moment though all snugged in bed the wind that blows knocks on the door haunting me.

After the shamal, comes the rain, and after the rain, comes the cold, extending its final stay. But just as surely as Love conquers all, Summer conquers Rainfall.

Tysilyn

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