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Some Things Create Without Being Seen
Suddenly, the invisible was never felt again. The waves stopped playing. The trees stopped waving. The mysterious foggy nights quit rolling in. No cool breezes to bathe hot summer day. No kites flying high. No ocean sounds heard far from the shore. No grass pretending to be the sea. Mourn the wind, it died today.
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