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the wrinkles of the wind
my babuska
used to talk to the wind
used words
strange and silent
she asked favors from the wind
she blew in the ears of the wind
things the wind should do
and the wind shook the curtains
threw everything on the floor
the wind was excited
to the sound of my babuska's voice
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