Each change a risk,
Each risk a fear:
Hiding deep behind the mob,
The risk of staying here.
Each change a risk,
Each risk a fear:
Hiding deep behind the mob,
The risk of staying here.
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He was swimming through a sea of winds that spun and whirled without moving as they shouted, calling out to each other in panicked voices. Their cries buffeted him and sent him reeling from one to the other. Each burst burned, and although Matt tried to right himself, his body wouldn’t obey. Tossing and turning helplessly, […]
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