All good things must end
But then
Bad things pass too
There was storm here this week
The 3 wind chimes went crazy
I felt it coming and then it was here
I broke on of my wind chimes
I dont miss it, but it feels strange to see it hanging there
Useless broken not dead but quite 'gone'
It just doesnt work anymore
But still, it was such a beautiful storm to watch
Beautiful, long and grand and glorious
I suppose if you hang out glass windchimes u must be ready to see them break sometimes
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