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The sky ahead
A dark blanket of grey
A difficult morning
A difficult day
The wind is strong
And the magpies fly sideways
It blows against me
Im pushing against gravity
Inertia, resistance
My progress is slow
My mood is low
But when I turn
I notice the blanket
Has gaps to the south
And the high sky above
Is silver and blush
And the friendly gale
blows me home

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