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The windy days shook the last few autumnal leaves from the branches and the usual thoughts from my head, those branches and I awaiting new growth to spring forwards.

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Nan always said those windy days came to blow the cobwebs from the soul and remind you that you were alive right there in that moment of time.

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When the trees boughed to the wind, I did too, yet always in the opposite direction and holding onto my hat.

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My stone cottage sat there in breeze and gale as if they were the same, hearth-fire keeping us all warm.

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Upon that windy day even the most casual shirt upon the line became as the sails of a great ship.