How I dislike that low-moaning wind that’s given to sudden
and frequent bursts of hysterical crescendo. This is no friendly ship driver or
healthy heather shaker. It’s a wild, mindless thing, offering nothing but the
potential for wanton destruction.
(I was going to make a post about Lolita and homicidal ghosts, but it was a bit TMI and I didn't want to come across as being negative...)
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