Whistling winds rustle through windows wisdom has flung open. Let the air fly through, its whistle rattling high and feverish. It will die down, that screaming through the night like a locomotive. Eventually, it passes and subsides, fading into a faint melody of memories in its sounds. Wind settles, tide goes out, this too shall pass. The memory only a faint and lingering taste. The road continues. Hold on.
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