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A Breeze Amidst the Storm

�Why?� One might ask, upon hearing the words, so remonstrative yet unerring, of another whose very existence had seemed their sole reason for their patience and persistence.

It seemed a pleasant breeze, light and untethered, like the carrying of a fledgling finch�s feather on the wind in a sky of clear weather.

Yet, like the wind, this time was fleeting, marching forth to the unyielding beating of drums whose sounds signal impending war.

This War, with casualties: one, brought about the burning flames which shatter even the strongest bonds.

And rain and wind cannot quench or douse these flames, for their burning unleashes that which leaves love naught but to strain, and eventually wain.

But at least, with this conflict short, the shards of love lost can be returned and re-forged to a form which can better withstand the flames of War, and life�s long, unyielding storm.