Outside my window it sounds like someone is rattling sheet metal. I can’t sleep. Bad weather is exciting. With it comes change. Sunny skies are on the way. So I get dressed. Down on the street the city is quiet. The wind blows me around like a piece of trash. I remember I’m alive. 

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