Wind flowing silently in the quiet of an ebony darkness, touching
hearts with pity, striking fear into some who are trying to hide
their sorrow, sadness, loneliness and abandonment from others.
Pressures of loss infiltrating the atmosphere where they can be
felt emotionally through the music of certain instruments, strum-
ming, beating, caressing, blowing incessantly with wind flowing
quietly into an ebony sadness.
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A beautiful description of dealing with the most difficult pain. Loss affect us all differently and is something we can never truly forget.