It is a night for the wind. It is beautiful at night moving wild and free. It calls to my soul with its howling cries. It is a night for the wind.
I want to fly away free with the current; passing through clouds, over hills and trees. I want to feel the rush of it through my hair and in my face. I want to fly away free with the wind.
The night is for the wind, and I want to be there in the cool restless magic, flying flying. It calls to me.
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