The island was so big a tall that it was hard to search. But after many hours of searching nothing like I thought. The island isn't giving away any secrets it was the air that was hiding secrets. I might be crazy for what I'm about to say, but I think it will work. I want to follow the wind that's how I know where the wind goes July.
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When the Wind Blows
FantasíaAs time passes May finds that in July the wind don't blow. She wants to know why. But is there more to it?
