-Here comes the storm.
"She's coming.
Along comes the wind to going furiously through the streets dry. Miro
how is a dusty whirlwind that they all leave. But it's so cute that I keep looking. Each step
bravo, in its violent blow drag and clusters color bound that spin.
and round. Swirl
winnowing.
Vueltas.
is here.
feel the blizzard in my hair and my legs.
stand still, look at him. Bocanada
tightening is my face and up. Here I go I
returns.
Here I go.
in the turns. Swirl
thrown, hoots the air.
yellow dress, the wind.
My hair.
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