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Wind has many forms. It can come as a slow breeze, languidly cooling, relieving, and refreshing you on the hottest of days, a constant comfort in the face of a harsh summer. But it also blasts in brief bursts, blowing all way. No matter the form, one thing remains constant. It is invisible. Surprising, always. You could look an approaching wind front head on, and not know its size, power, or temperament. You’d be left with clues to guess. Its howling and whistling might belie and angry and tempestuous nature, or a cloud of displaced dust and violent leaves might show its power. Yet just as easily, it could be a soothing, gentle wind, blowing softly on a muggy day. Once again, only one this is constant—the wind cannot be predicted.
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