The wind howls across the plains.
Freezing, cutting, biting.
The wind howls, but has no voice for the pain.
The waves crash upon the shore.
Cold, drowning, salt-bitter.
The waves crash, yet none hear the roar.
The earth trembles all above the land.
Rocking, shifting, crushing.
The earth trembles, but shifts no grain of sand.
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