I wish I’d been more friendly with the wind. Maybe then he wouldn’t blow my friendship away, covering it with rivalry; maybe then he wouldn’t spatter dirt in the eyes of my beloved, so she could see how much I care for her. But as rarely as I asked him to, the wind of fortune never blew my way.
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