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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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