The Storm (a haiku)
Come thunder, lightning, rain. Come storm, to heart-wise mirror; inside weather- out.
"Whoooo are you?", The caterpillar asked Alice. "Why, I'm not quite sure at the moment, Sir. You see, I knew who I was when I got up this morning, but I must have changed a thousand times since then."
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