The cold wind blows right into your soul. You stand in the midst of the scorched desert and everyone can see you. Dry sharp sand flies into your eyes. You are trying to get used to the new reality.

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The cold wind blows right into your soul. You stand in the midst of the scorched desert and everyone can see you. Dry sharp sand flies into your eyes. You are trying to get used to the new reality.

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