A Wind's Song

 Once upon a time a wind sung. 

    It sung through the branches of trees and the shafts of grasses, the ripples of rivers and the lips of hills. 

    It sung through a wide expanse of world. 

    And when its song was finally done, it sighed and died away.

    For it had stirred the world; and that was quite enough for one lifetime.

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