Something about the wind had bothered Jeremy for a long time now. It wasn't the sound the wind made, it wasn't the windıs touch against his skin - it was the thought of where the wind had come from. The wind blowing through his window was the same wind that had stormed across the land, through the trees, across the snaking fences in wild fields of grass. This wind was telling him of a world so much larger than he had ever imagined.

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