Wind blows through Spruce like turbulence on a flight over the Atlantic. Wrapped in Warmth of dogs and blankets, I sit watching through the window. Dust distorts the perfect Blue of Sky and gives ominous Clouds distressing and striking hues. Wind and Spruce They sing a love-laced menace, a reminder of my (tiny) place in …
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Sweet Chaotic Silence 