| Irene sends the wind and rain to scout out the new morning...throwing a shroud over the day...dimming the future vision...burying the night with the dread of the day...her howls ripping at the rocks...sliding down to oblivion... | |
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| Irene sends the wind and rain to scout out the new morning...throwing a shroud over the day...dimming the future vision...burying the night with the dread of the day...her howls ripping at the rocks...sliding down to oblivion... | |
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