Susurration

[afterglowey]

The sound of wind at night is one I find comforting. (As long as the windows have cardboard wedged in between window & frame to stop them rattling.) Although I hate wind during the day - it enrages me in this general I-hate-the-world kind of way. It spoils daytimes but enriches nightimes.

I wonder if the comfort comes from being born in Wellington

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[bluecarp]

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