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Music in the Wind

He was like music in the wind. 

One moment, the wind is in your favor, and the music is so strong that you can hear every breath, every pluck, every note so clearly, as if surrounded by an embrace. A melody tickling, prickling like hot breath on your neck.

The next, you are only left with an echo of a song and what is in your memory as the wind carries the music away from you. You can hum along, but you know that soon even the melody will be a memory. 

 That's how he was to her, and she knew it. He could not be held down, he could not be caught. She always knew the winds would change, and carry him away. 

 But she could never be mad, because she knew it was serendipitous that she ever heard the music in the first place. 

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