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neverthesamelove:

It is the center of the night, the wind has just started to blow, disturbing the still quiet.

It blows through the chimes on the front porch, leaving behind and in front a high tenuous sound.

It rattles the windows in my dining room, demanding to be let in.

 It comes and it goes, building and dying as sleep beckons me.  

I know there is a bed, soft and warm, with you in it, waiting for me.  

But here I sit, listening to the wind.image

“Not looking your best”?!  Oh, you!!  You are lovely and this is a beautiful photograph.  

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