Feb 8, 2023

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The wind blows gently across the field. Caressing the tree branches and weeds as it flows by. Gray cloud pass by blocking the harsh sun's glare. The birds sang a sweet melody. It is too sweet. I cover my ears from annoyance. The grass feels spiky and the howling of the breeze become unbearable. What was once peaceful now is a nightmare. 

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