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  • The wind
    Stalks the open spaces
    Harsh and heavy-handed
    Beating the sullen sea
    Driving the wild cresting waves
    In turn against the shore

    All before me, cloaked in the clouds’ gathered shadow
    Foam edged swells rise, grey and jagged
    While in tattered spaces far above
    Where winter’s fabric is come unraveled
    The sun pours through
    Far and scattered
    Wind and sun
    Create burnished exhilarations
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