In the flat lands where the wind plays for keeps, and what it takes is gone, gone, gone. Where it thrums through the utility wires and leaves a film of dust over everything, including the sky. Where the wind has urgent and important things to do someplace else. Where the wind is as bored and restless as a rambunctious four-year-old who’s been cooped up inside all day. Where vast herds of wind take days to pass through. Where it blows with a fierce, relentless current like a river rushing through a gorge.
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