I’ve never been there, but I can guess.
When the wind gets where it’s going, it dances, it tells scary stories and teases its siblings.
It lights candles just so that it can blow them out again.
It plays bubble volley ball with itself and stays awake way too late.
It does everything a bunch of kids would do, except it also tickles birds.
I do not recommend that you tickle the birds.
Love,
yermom
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