On a windy night, one sees that the ground is grounded; the higher one goes the greater the wind’s effects. I don’t care what anyone says: it must be hard to be a leaf.
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Those same winds canceled our bon fire last night. The weather was great for...winds were...
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I live on top of a big hill, I can testify.
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miss oak trees. This is lovely, Mills!
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