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To Wake a Windmaker
Dragon Singer wasn’t the only idea percolating in my head while I was gone. The property in Tennessee has some spectacular scenery, as does the drive to and from. I was sitting out on the back porch on Monday, watching the wind blow through the trees. The motion of the branches made it look like the trees were talking to each other, and that when the wind wasn’t blowing, the trees looked frozen, like they were waiting for the wind to blow again so they could keep talking. So I thought, what if there was a world where the wind was the means by which the trees talked…and what would happen on such a world if the wind stopped blowing?
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