Jeremy's Father slept soundly in his overstuffed chair, the cushions easing the pains from his day. His nose, busy with snoring, paid no attention to the summoning Wind. Having done little during the day, it took its job seriously, and let nothing distract it. Father's ears were tired, from honking horns and loud customers, from struggling to keep Father's brain from wandering off. They had finally given up, and so Father was dreaming peacefully of a sunny Saturday afternoon that never ended, laughing with his son on a grassy hillside.

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