As he listened to the swish and murmur of the wind, the earth-old tune
with the power to carry the soul back to the dawn of time, the years fell
away from him, and he forgot much, remembering more. He knew now
that there had always been a longing in his heart to hear the wind-chant
in the firs. He had called that longing by other names, but he knew it now
for what it was when, hearing, he was satisfied.
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