Where the West Wind Blows
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Short Poetry- Where the West Wind Blows is a collection of stories from where ever the West WInd comes from. From across meadows and forests, oceans and mountains, rivers and valleys, the West Wind carries a unique language of its own. This is my translation, brought to you straight from the depths of my mind.
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