Tonight, instead of observing and complaining and ranting, I shall merely sit and listen.
My window is open and the wind is whispering lovely things to the leaves who whisper back.
Are they sharing secrets?
Singing songs?
Telling stories?
I do not know.
It is a blustery night.
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