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He asked his mom about it, and she had paused for a moment in her cooking and said
"Across the silent stream
Where the dream-shadows go,
From the dim blue Hill of Dream
I have heard the west wind blow..."
which seemed even more relevant. He watched her stir a pot of beef noodle soup and wanted more than ever to ask if she had ever listened to the wind and wondered what question it asked. But still, he somehow thought it wasn't something you should ask a person, even a mom.
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