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The wind comes racing in from the east: unusual, foreboding, warning. It came in suddenly, barreling between the skyscrapers like that loud dinner guest no one invited. I walk boldly into it anyway, fight against its attempt to win me over. I turn, lean backwards into it. Trust the resistance to hold me up. Trust something I can’t see. How? Why? Close my eyes and feel the strength that catches me. Open my eyes and stumble. Close my eyes and turn back to face it. Open my eyes and see what is flying in the wind, coming straight for m—

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