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[shelley_winters]

Above the lake outside Milliways Bar, a wind softens and dies.

(We're always going)

It's a wind that's been there before, or forever, rushing through the trees and over the surface of the water. And a breeze being what a breeze is, just air particles picking up speed, moving, or not, the end of the wind was not truly an ending.

(there are neither beginnings nor endings to the turning of the Wheel of Time)

But then, very few things really ever end.

(it was a beginning)

(Time to go home)