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I walk outside, feel the wind pulling this way and that,
look up into storm clouds building, growing angry and dark,
that is where I see us, secluded at the edge of a forest,
locked in by fantasy and time.
That night the full moon dodges through clouds,
playing hide-an-seek with shadows, sleek, dressed in silver mist,
chasing across new skies, seen by but oh way too few,
as they become the vibration in the wind.