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[quaen]

The wind is howling, it's like the wind from a thunderstorm, except there is no rain, only the dead heat of night whipping against my face, teasing me with thoughts of rain and the thundering and shattering of the sky.  The wind whips the trees and and rustles the leaves like the end could be near.  I stood outside a while ago, and just felt

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[depeachmood]

This is the kind of thing where I want to say something, but I don't want it to cheapen the way either of us feels. Some things are just understood at this point, like how much we love one another.