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I was nurtured by the sweet rains of summer.
Bravely I stood up to hurricanes of September. Determined, I listened in vain for the cessation of winds and trembled at the laughter of the hail. Now I withstand my disconnection from my tribe. Silent and defensive, they avenge my departure even now.
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