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Selene Hewes Pounding Rain and Pounding WIndslapping against the window. Nature has its own mind, uncontrollable in every shape and form. Are the angels crying? Are they shedding tears of joy? There are so many questions that we have yet to answer. There are so many questions that we will never answer. Sometimes it’s better not to know, so that you can pretend that the pounding rain and pounding wind, is just the angels crying. |
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