I have lived on an island.  I have wrapped solitude with a blanket, and the winds?  Some arrive grey with the damp rumor of trees.  Others sigh, thick with dust that isn’t from here.  They rattle me.  They have built cities within me where before, there was only a clanging sound, and its echo.

 

 

 

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