Something about the wind had bothered Jeremy for a long time. It wasn't the sound it made, nor the touch of it against his skin, but rather the thought of where it had come from. The wind that stormed through his window was the same wind that had blown across the land. It blew through the trees and across the wild fields of grass with their snaking fences. He fancied that, in some mysterious way, this wind was telling him of a world that was so much larger than he had ever imagined.

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