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…had become a howl. Garments flapped all around. Drops of rain on his cheek, a salty, stinging rain. A lonely cry welled up from the boy, that wound around the wind in terror’s claws and was drowned out by the howl of the storm.
Frank Ontario 🦋🕊️🌍
Annelise Lords
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Bbbeeeaaauuutttiiifffuuulllyyy written.
Helping you is Healing me! Let’s heal each other. thisisanneliselords@mediumauthor.com https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1664635
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