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A windmill, a feather flowing through its wind; A metaphor to explain my life, however, I am the windmill. I believe that the gods have sent forth their fury in human form, the angels have strung their hearts in to a formidable shield that lace my bones. Vibrations are to be felt in my aura, a pitch that can only be paralleled by me in time. This pitch builds with every step, with every molecule that touches my skin it is absorbed and exerted to vibrate in unison creating a pitch that will find every exit in my body, every crevice in my skin and release a hum that created the universe itself.