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Before the sun shines and the warm weather returns we have to get through the August winds and the flu.

I am stuck inside listening the the swoosh of the pines outside too miserable to venture far from my bed.

Words to walk with:
From The Wind by Robert Loius Stevenson
"I saw you toss the kites on high
And blow the birds about the sky;
And all around I heard you pass,
Like ladies' skirts across the grass
Oh wind, a blowing all day long,
Oh wind, that sings so loud a song!"