The wind bothered him. Something about it just got under his skin. It crept through tiny cracks or barged in through his open window. The brazen wind invaded his room, the only place he could call his own and nothing he did could keep it out completely. He lay awake listening to it many nights, thinking about it trickling across fields and leaping over fences. He wondered where it came from; it seemed that the world got bigger every time he thought about where all the wind had visited before coming here.

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