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The Earth is spinning like a child's merry-go-round, and the winds of loss are whirling over the Earth. The winds of loss, of separation, of hurt and evil. There's no number to them, there's no number to them. They come from every crevice, tearing the door off its hinges in people's hearts. Tearing down hopes and instilling fear, the winds are swirling, swirling winds.