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| 'Pride and Prejudice' Graphic Novel |
the wind, cold
from an impending storm,
on my still-summer skin
I want to rush with the wind,
swirl myself into curtain crevices,
through half-open window screens,
past yellowing leaves still hanging
The cold, cold strike of strong moving air,
breezes through the dusking sky and trees,
bringing me to dreams of dark woods and
fairy lights fading from an easing summer
Written: 9/7/10
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