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User24
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i look towards a lake and see a fragile mind blowing in the breeze, with the leaves and dirt of the city.
The mind spirals about, fluttering and
riding the wind like it's been there all it's life.
As I watch, before my eyes, the wind becomes a gale, and the lake grows restless. The waves change from a gentle lap to a thunderous crash, and it starts to rain.
The mind is whipped about over the lake, ducking and diving.
My heart jumps - I thought I saw it fall into the fierce waters.
I was mistaken, it's high in the clouds, being torn apart by the air.
Eventually, I lose sight of it.
when will the wind let it down?
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