Sometimes you publish a story to your site, and then just forget to tell anyone about it for... a month?
Anyways, a bit of a stranger piece for yours truly. Lemme know what you think. ~10m read
"That spring, the wind ceased to speak.
"It was not an easy tongue. Stand in copses of young trees, sway to match their branches. Wait on sea bluffs, watch the patterns of waves and spray, let the drum of blown sand sting your skin...
"Windspeakers, even then, do not hear its words. But welcome them from the cold, warm their cold cheeks, wet their chapped lips, and often they speak.
"And what they speak is always true."
https://nebulos.space/windspeaker.html
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