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Looking
in
the
distance
the skies
began
to
darken.

It was
apparant
a storm
was
approaching.

As it  
grew
near,
the wind
gained
momentum,
began to
howl.

the
trees
began
to
sway,
losing
their
balance.

branches
became
twisted.

this house
shook and
trembled.
the walls
cried
in
distress

window
panes
began
to
crack.

the weeping
willow
bowed her
head
in
dismay,
until
the
storm
passed.

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