ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤStorm will pass, they say. The hurricane encircled in its merciless rounds in the middle of this town, striking and the impermanence of world vision increasingly preyed upon every frail souls. Incase the wind could breathe, they would be slipped with cruelty and a sense of suffocation every day: “This is the way that should be, rather, on target for people like them.”ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ