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Restoration in the Winds

In the wake of storms that swirl and dance, Voices rise like leaves in a fleeting chance. Networks struggle, weaving bonds anew, In the fabric of hope, where dreams break through. Each pulse of signal bears a silent plea, A tapestry forged from our unity. Let wires hum with stories yet to unfold, As we mend our world, bold and uncontrolled.

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Restoration in the Winds