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Before the storm
In the beginning there was the blossoming breeze, taut sky rent into slivers of clouds that gathered at farthest horizons, dark, roiling at our arrogance, urgent to set us free. In the beginning there was the gentle green, fragrant showers on rose-red flowers, fresh hope lying tumescent upon the fruitful land. We did not know the meaning of living in vain. For, in the beginning we knew not the end of things: how breezes became the winds of change, fresh showers the storms of regret; blossoming green rent into slivers; gentle clouds, the deluge that drowned us all. Free now and all in vain. Kåre Enga catalogue number: [162.793] 10 March 2006 For:
From the prompts: beginning, gentle, blossoming, green, showers, fresh, clouds, breeze.
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