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Outside, the storm clouds gathering, move silently along the dusty boulevard. Where flowers turn and crane their fragile heads, so they can in turn reach up, and kiss the sky. They're driven by a strange desire. Unseen, by the human eye.
Outside, the storm clouds gathering, move silently along the dusty boulevard. Where flowers turn and crane their fragile heads, so they can in turn reach up, and kiss the sky. They're driven by a strange desire. Unseen, by the human eye.
