The wind
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An empty, empty morning with nothing but the wind.
That breeze, touching the leaves of the aspen. Those leaves, which jostle and chatter. And through the window, I see shivering.
That wind, from Huron or Calgary, filling my senses.
Because I’m part of the world which is part of me.