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A breeze rustles the leaves on trees.
A wind swoops over an open field.
It swirls around me in a whirl of leaves and dirt.

I raise my hands above my head,
And settle into a stance.
The wind is at my command.

I'm in control because:

I am the Avatar, the last airbender.
Poem by water-bender1