Short Stories
CHAPTER
1
She Who Touches The Wind
She who touches the wind sits in the meadow, waving flowers above her head, weaving patterns that could never be replicated by a machine or any sort of contraption.
They say that she who touches the wind is marvelous, magical, wonderful, beautiful, but it all may be a lie.
The beautiful part isn’t. She who touches the wind has long, silky dark-black hair that, swaying, turns twisted in the wind and stays that way.
She who touches the wind is always alone, and they say that she lives by herself, and rarely eats.
They say that she who touches the wind once had a love, but that love was killed in some war. “Some war”.
They say that she who touches the wind may not even be real.
They say that she who touches the wind is a myth.

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