The winds whispered through the field as they carressed the growing grains. 

The winds whispered down the river and savored the licks of the ice cold water. 

The winds whispered in the abondoned factory, listening to the groans of the rusting pipes. 

A child felt the winds whisper through her long silky hair. 

She chased the winds into the factory,

splashed into the icy river,

and sprinted through the field. 

She sat with the growing grains,

and listened to the whispers

of the wind. 


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