Tag: Norsewear
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A Screaming Gale or Two ripped Through.
Yesterday the wind howled all day. Every now and then it would rise up to a biting scratching squall then drop back to a gale. It was not that cold or anything but it was furiously noisy. We forget how noisy the world gets in a wind like that. Wild. It blew my hair almost…
Cecilia Mary Gunther

