JOY ALONG THE WAY: LISTENING TO WHERE THE WIND BLOWS ON HIGH

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Sunday, February 6, 2000

Last week we had one of those winds which I call a high wind. I don't mean a fast wind but one that is literally high. You can hear it, way up in the sky, as it goes roaring along but you can't see nor feel any effects of it on the ground. No trees around here are tall enough to be affected. It is an auditory puzzle, surreal. I describe it as nature laying a sound blanket over us.

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