Storms try to shake me but though I seem made of wood, my frame is iron. Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to print (Opens in new window) Print Like Loading... Related Leave a comment Cancel reply Δ Post navigation Previous Previous post: Charging toward the skyNext Next post: Heat
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A (wise) man of two faces 
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