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The wind is blowing-- cool air comes down out of the mountains, night comes over the sky filled with clouds. Summer heat flees on the wind, last of the summer darkens with the end of the day. Curtains billow like sails out into the air and in again, floating on the wind on its changes. I turn off the fans, false winds, open all the windows, all the doors and let in the change. Sign in to see full entry.