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made with canva The wind swept. Swirling everything on its path.  Fierce.  Wild.  In abandon, like it always does.  Sometimes it moves with a purpose as if it knows exactly where it is going. Sometimes it does.  But most of the time it doesn't. It could change its mind, just like that. Sometimes sweeping whole towns with it, an after effect of a phenomenon caused simply because it couldn't make up its mind.  How absurd to compare a woman to this thing.  Sometimes it will go on howling all day, sometimes all night - which is worse. Sometimes it could make you feel like your world is ending, like everything will be changed the day after.  And sometimes it will.  Sometimes it could make you snuggle within thick sheets, and that is only if your house is big enough to withstand its strength. Which is not always the case in small towns where it usually hits. The worst is when it is somewhat silent, but then it brings with it too much rain and to...

In the twilight of dawn, one summer eve a boy was born to parents new and young although turned out from hostels when they wanted to stay the night for hospitals there were none in sight nor lying-ins to birth the child, the boy managed to be born without help from a nurse nor doctors in masks and scrubs Through the dark skies of that fateful night a star shone so bright it reached the sights of three kings traveling together in search of a boy though they were from kingdoms far and away it reached the shepherds herding their flocks in a desert not so far away it reached the wild animals of the forest even as they rest to live another day Many years passed such as it was forgotten how the boy got to be born how the star shone so bright that night how the three kings came with gifts how the shepherds and the animals bowed as if they understood the same thing as the kings did how it seemed as if for once the heavens and the earths united as if that is the way it...