WIND
"She stared with gaping eyes as the roar of the wind made our hearts miss a beat. I didn't think of anything and I couldn't say a word. Even if I had wanted to talk there was so much noise that Mam and Laure couldn't have heard me. It was an endless rip tearing into the center of the earth, a wave of destruction unfurling slowly and inexorably over us.
It lasted for a long time and we fell through the torn sky, through the split earth."
From Boucan, 1892
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