They were facing the wind, facing the broken and exhausted fields, the gray-walled city, hearing the ruckus and worrying about the times ahead. But together, clinging to the earth, clinging to the wind, they conversed in silence, in their language without words, a language without void between words, an unheard language. They hoped that men slow down, that they give up. At that moment, the weather was delicious.
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