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“You have to accept the storms and the rainy days and the things in life that you sometimes don’t want to face.” Bai Ling
When The Wind Howls Is it strange that when the wind howls and judders the eaves that I turn to wondering if I have angered the gods, whose ice cold air has pressed down on me for unremitting, unwitting, repetitious misdemeanours of which I know nothing, but suspect exist as enigmas of blind sins deposed by memories, child's play held in faulty tales, awaiting judgement, blindfolded just like all the others who feel something of a weight when the wind howls. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
Wind is the main bothersome element here and from now on for months it will howl.
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Sounds miserable
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You get used to it and shortly after moving here wondered why no one’s hair ever looks combed😂
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I don’t have enough to comb so I’d be fine 🙂
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Four guys in my fam the same☺️
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🙂
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Howling winds can be scary.
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They sure rattle me, thank you Patricia
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I’ve often wondered what Nature is trying to communicate with a storm. It’s too much to imagine!
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Yes, me too, I dare not presume or assume.
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I like this wondering poem
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I thought you might 🙂
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