Several times during the night I was awakened by the touch of the wind stirring through the sleeping trees, whispering gently in my ear a thousand reminders of yesterday's dreams. Stay a moment, I asked, but before I could open my eyes the fragrance was gone, as a bird in wild flight.
~ Noyes Capehart Long, from his painting Whisperer
Found in The Last Will of Moira Leahy by Therese Walsh
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