It's stormy here with the wind ripping through the city, the sea is more than wild but the sunshine is vivid, the visability sublime, and the colours exquisit. The wind tugged on my hat as I made my way around the ramparts this morning. It's still blowing a storm and a door is banging in the distance. I feel the wind stealing in and creeping around my ankles through the cracks in the windows and doors of the building. Eventually I will get up and close the door correctly but first I have to finish writing this for you.
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