The wind whispered to devote to the art of landscape. We created the storm in the sun. We draw the rain in the desert. The inspiration was the wind blowing the mind. We went where the nature blew us into surrender. We listened to the chaos to feel the wind within the calmness of the melody. There was no way to see but only feel the wind. We adjusted the sails to the blows of the wind.

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