Words fly…

Words fly on wild winds from the mouths of sly people. When the winds pick up, sand blows into your ears and bites your eyes. Storms build overhead like a lake with a spout, but you can’t see or hear. Only when you are safely sheltered, can you tell which way the wind is blowing. Only from the calm, can you see how to protect yourself from trouble.

(From: The book of Negroes, chapter: And my story waits like a restful beast)

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