Were I the wind, I'd blow no more on such a wicked, miserable world. ~ Moby-DickThe wind is buffeting the walls and roof of the cabin, as if it means to shove us the rest of the way down the mountain into town. It eats at my nerves, knives beneath my skin. The wind is currently blowing at 18 mph, gusting to 31 mph. The sky is clear, blue, wide and
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