The wind howls and whistles up and down the scale. Softening low to whispers from a screaming
piercing gale. Pounding on the rooftop. Walloping the rail. Groping through the window seams,
billowing curtains like a sail. Panes and planters rattle battered by it's ubiquitous flail.
The wind howls and whispers up and down the scale.
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