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The Wind that Blew like Sleeping HorsesA Short Storyby Jane DoeBrad Blackman was thinking about Richard Bond again. Richard was a witty author with chubby elbows and fragile eyebrows. Brad walked over to the window and reflected on his cold surroundings. He had always loved quiet Plymouth with its stale, scattered swamps. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel stable.