I can see but I can’t see, I can’t really see but I can see. Whined the turning of the cul-de-sac. The big oaks and maples blocking the wind ragings but as a curtain of leaves through which I can’t see. Sun overhead but good shadow from the shade trees. Its not so noisy now, roaring wind boar horribly on ear drums.
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