Tuesday, January 17, 2012

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The wind makes no noise; the trees and stones give voice to the wind. High in the broad pine, the wind played the branches and needles. The music crescendoed, suddenly rested for a beat and began the slow refrain. The wind played a different song on the old oak that included the percussion of snaps and creaks. The wind on stones plays melody, racing up and down the scale.

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