Wind

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She's cold and bitter

Sends chills up your spine

Blankets might not always

Help you

She loves the night

The night sky her bed

She can be calming at times though

Breath her in

She rustles the leaves on the on the trees

It's her way of saying

"Deep breath in, deep breath out, relax"

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