The sound of discontent making its way through the valley
It begins with a gentle rumbling and then gradually the murmuring gets louder until nothing else can be heard
Flashes of anger appear on the horizon and dance with random chaos; kissing the earth with its piercing tongue
Tears of sadness and pent up rage begin to flood the streams; churning the waters into a tangled mess
Then as if it had only been a dream, the atmosphere turns into a gentle mist
Clouds of forgiveness rise from the valley floor and once again everything is new
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