The wind came again tonight, as it so often did. It whispered to Jeremy of things far away. He thought he could smell salt air from the oceans and even taste the dry sandy wisps of the dessert. He wondered why the wind chose to share these secrets with him, of all people. No one else in his class could hear the whisper of leaves or the rumble of mountains in the wind. They just smelled the same air that was around them every day of their lives. To Jeremy, however, the wind seemed to call. It wanted him to see all the things it had seen.

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