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"And Silence, like a poultice, comes to heal the blows of sound." - Oliver Wendell Holmes
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October 14, 2012
She's Like The Wind
She always slams the door behind her.
Not because she's in a hurry, or that she's upset;
It is as though the wind follows her.
I jump.
Every time.
Then we both carry on.
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