Turbine Wharf There

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woman in flowing dress sits on meadow overlooking rolling landscape. beautiful grasses descend into lush valley. sun illuminates her scene. clouds break up vast sky. she listens to the wind for answers. it blows. she bends.

narrator: and all the while they were waiting like insects gone dormant for the season. without course or cause, purity or fashion, ungated, thorough, down every branch in wonderment. from this they lost none, although within it, foundation. the rest came easily through repeated resistance, unbounced competings, case, or cabul, nor sure of who is in who's.

the wind: (whispers)

woman: (in her mind) i sing for you

narrator: an exchange