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The air was stifling. An eerie calm pervaded. The winds no longer blew and the birds watched in unea... The air was stifling. An eerie calm pervaded. The winds no longer blew and the b...
The faint rustle of the shed leaves were creating a joyous music in her heart. The faint rustle of the shed leaves were creating a joyous music in her heart.