The winds roared, an ocean of sound, waves of air crashing over and around her again and again. They lifted her up and blew her down, sliding her along currents of air that spiraled around like a whirlpool in the sky. There were rocks, surfaces shining in the sun. Trees, with branches waving, tantalizing, entreating her to stop. To rest. To
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Stubborn wench.
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