Many things come to you when the wind blows.
The wind brings the scents of spring flowers, of the sea’s salt air, of the landfill or the charnel house or the tanning works, of petrichor, of the first hint of frost in an autumn morning.
The wind blows around the red and gold fallen leaves, or dust, or tumbling rubbish in deserted city streets at night.
The wind can bring a waft of freshly baked bread or donuts, and make you hungry. Or a hint of perfume once worn by someone you loved and lost, and make you sad.
The wind blows in grief and joy. Love and loss. Life and death.
The wind gives, and the wind takes away.
The wind brings stories.
Genre: Fantasy
The wind brings the scents of spring flowers, of the sea’s salt air, of the landfill or the charnel house or the tanning works, of petrichor, of the first hint of frost in an autumn morning.
The wind blows around the red and gold fallen leaves, or dust, or tumbling rubbish in deserted city streets at night.
The wind can bring a waft of freshly baked bread or donuts, and make you hungry. Or a hint of perfume once worn by someone you loved and lost, and make you sad.
The wind blows in grief and joy. Love and loss. Life and death.
The wind gives, and the wind takes away.
The wind brings stories.
Genre: Fantasy
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