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As a young child, I was enthralled with wind. I would stick my hand out of our 1958 ford and and wonder what this strange thing was that pushed so hard but I couldn't see it. Wind would blow across the prairie so hard that all the clothes would fly off the clothesline but I couldn't see this force...I just couldn't see it. Riding the roller coaster on July 4th with my cousin...the wind blew away my cap but I couldn't see the wind..I couldn't see it.
On Mother's day, 1964, I saw the wind one time and have never seen it since. Mom grabbed my hand to take me to the cellar but the wind had already done it's damage. When I heard the noise, I ran outside to see the wind.
The wind is black and wide at the top...narrow at the bottom and skips across the prairie like my top. The dirt and pieces of glass burnt my eyes, it was the last time I saw the wind...the last time I saw.
My blindness has been both a blessing and a burden but I can tell you that I saw what I longed to see...I saw the wind.
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