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When the wind blows like this, I can sit for hours, listening. Rocking and listening to the wind in the dark out there, high, passing by, lonely. What do I hear? I hear the years come, from far off, from time itself. My years, but more than mine - eons that I never knew, trying to tell me something of themselves. What they were, what they will - sometime - be. They are willing to be mine for a while. They want understanding. I sit in my chair and listen, hearing all that I can, returning through the past as far as I can, feeling for the way ahead....

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