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by Mohammed R. Moni?
It was dark. The bats were ?ying up and down as though they would hit me. The drizzling winds of the night were not retiring; they were blowing strongly through the leaves: the leaves soaring before me. I opened the gate, and I entered my garden. The gate was ajar: sometimes it swung on its hinges, and sometimes it shut loudly. My heart leapt up, and my body crouched. I closed the gate with a rope disposed on the bar. The trees in my garden seemed to be moved by the winds. I was very horri?ed. The sound of the wind and the sound of whizzing trees merged and produced a terrifying sound. Quickly, I shivered and pulled my coat very tight around me, otherwise I would be undressed by the wind's coarse
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