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The Suspended Refuge
Windmills along a path between wheat fields, with a wooden bench in the foreground

Story 42 of 48, about 3 minutes to read

The Path of the Windmills

A gentle journey among wooden sails and golden light

A road through the hills, edged with ears of wheat and low stone walls, where windmills turn slowly. In the shade of the largest stands a wooden bench, and the morning has all the time in the world.

The windmills follow one another, each with its unspoken story, each with a reassuring presence.

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