.Behold! Black wind b(el)low before me, all dressed up but not so pretty. Now shaking now steady, a stolid spavined gypsy, little more than a serge and a bundle of cripple and twist feet. Hold this thing's a coming, a wet bicep in its back, stones in its scrotum, a splinter-knuckled punch, a pelt-uph.
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