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The willows weep and the torrents rend as the rivers bend and the mountains collide. The quiet village fights against the night wondering when the fright will pass by. The blackness thick, and the fog coughing, despair eminent and evil laughing. Then light slashes like a sword. The evil screams as the blackness fleas the warmth of the sun welcomes all the children with weary faces.
-Kristene Earl Armstrong-
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