Changing Seasons (fiction)
Eerie
The beat of the wind as it hits the apartment building, the thrashing of the palm and fir trees, and the howling of the wind as it blows down the vents lures me outside to feel it hit against my body.
There is something exhilerating to feel a force stronger than myself. A force that would blow the dust and detris out …
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