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Something about the wind unsettled Jeremy.
Not the sound, or the touch, but the thoughts it brought -- where did it
come from, where was it going?
The wind storming through his window had blown across the land, through
the trees, across the wild fields of grass with their snaking fences.
The wind called to him, speaking of the great outer world, so much
larger than he had experienced, bigger than he could imagine.
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