The Weather

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I can hear the wind whistling. Its not as loud as the frantic moving wind chimes. Every time there is a huge gust of wind, the sound of the banging wind chimes come to life to make a loud yet some what soothing sound. When I walk to the window I can help but shiver. Just barely getting close to the large window makes me cold. I look out the clouded window as I am able to see my breath appear on the glass. I see the branchless tree not being affected at all. Recently they had cut off the branches, heaven knows why. Though its quite the opposite with the neighboring trees and plants which were mostly weeds. The harsh winds make it so the plants are forced to move along with it. I didnt mention the dust, it was flying everywhere which made things a bit harder to see but not impossible. To think this all started with a gentle breeze now turning into whirling winds. Outside, freezing cold and pitch black aside from the barely visible stars and the clouded moon light. Since mostly silence filled this home I shall now sleep with the sound of saddening music and the sound of wind chimes clanking against each other to make no repeated melody.

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