The Wind, Page 2

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A girl in a hooded sweatshirt walks alone, looking pensive with hand near her face. Another figure with curly hair is seen to the side, speaking. Swirling wind patterns fill the background.

CURLY-HAIRED PERSON: "You mean from that shooting thing?"

CURLY-HAIRED PERSON: "One of the students went crazy, committed suicide afterward and everything."

CURLY-HAIRED PERSON: "Some of the injured are in our hospital."

CURLY-HAIRED PERSON: "I heard he bought his gun at a shop here..."

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The hooded girl walks across an empty landscape with swirling wind.

Narration: "Maybe it was the wind that drove him insane."

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The girl walks past several dead black birds (crows or ravens) scattered on the ground. Ink splatter marks emphasize the dark imagery. One large bird lies prominently in the foreground.

Narration: "There were dead birds all over the ground."

Narration: "The wind was too much for them."

I remember I was walking past the library when that woman said this to me. I think she was a hospital worker on break.

It was a very windy spring. It was battering the local bird population. For the past week, I’d find smashed eggs and dead nestlings all over the sidewalks. It felt like the wind was trying to pull all the babies out of their homes and throw them on the ground. I was very tired of the wind.