The igloo shudders in the wind. It bends, but it doesn't break. And suddenly, I hope it does storm. I hope the sky turns black and the trees shake and the storm sirens wail. I hope the igloo stays standing through it all. They they'll see. We built something strong but flexible. And is can survive anything.
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