The Passage of Fear
I stand before the storm within, a tide of dread that rises fast.
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I stand before the storm within, a tide of dread that rises fast.
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The earth may break, but still we stand, roots buried deep within the stone.
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Beneath the vast New Mexico skies, Where clouds like cotton softly rise.
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