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There was something about the wind that had always fascinated Jeremy; something beyond the sound it made or the way it felt against his skin. It was that the wind caressing his face was a wind that had been blown from far away; it had kissed trees and flowers in places that Jeremy could only dream of. It whispered things in Jeremyıs ears, asking questions that he could not understand, with answers that he needed to find.
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