The houses are determinedly built, edging between the sea and the mountains. The houses are close enough together that neighbors can see each other. The wind is constant and strong. As a child, I imagined ideas were floating in the wind, and would just land in your mind. Random gifts.
Yes, I have a wild imagination.
Now, standing on this rugged coast, I wonder what happens when the wind carries our voices away?
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