Quiet Turmoil

*Quiet
A breeze brushes past my bare toes, blowing blades of grass in soft lines that swirl and spin, invisibly present both within and without.

*Turmoil
My heart breaks for the losses we endure; it clenches in anticipation of the unknown; it sighs for the utter uncertainty of tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow.

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