It scours through my mind like a whirlwind across an open plain. The whirlwind rolls along, knocking over the careful piles of my thoughts along its haphazard journey. Then it picks up the remnants of my scattered thoughts and lifts them into the air, tumbling and jumbling against each other as my mind spins. This effect, so small to start, quickly becomes a twister, tearing away at my thoughts, thrashing and moaning as it picks up speed. Then it is gone, as quickly as it had come. The winds die down and my thoughts fall around me like debris. As you walk past me all this happens, and then I am left to assemble and reorganize the tattered pieces that were once words to say to you, or gestures to be made. Once again you walk away and I have said and done nothing to stop you. Once again the winds in my head are silent, and my mind is filled with new thoughts of what to say when next we meet.
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