Standing at the edge of a precipice, do the turbulent winds of February 2007 blow so slightly, so softly? An immense blanket of doubt, frigid fear, our hung hearts stopped midbeat.
You have said to save your future, we have to forget the past. But once bitten twice shy, will we all be tossed into the same whirlwind again?
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