" ...moreover, the walls of my castle are broken;
the shadows are many, and the wind blows cold
through the broken battlements and casements.
I love the shade and the shadow,
and would be alone with my thoughts when I may."
{Dracula}
a spell of quietness...
in the air
a heavy, oppressive
roll of thunder
borne on the wind
which now sighs softly
the gentle cadence of rain
creating a soothing melody
a stillness, a silence
so vast...
merging together into one
great, silent mystery
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