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Wind Wind! blowing sand in my eyes. Shivering! shivering all through the day, falling, falling! — like rocks as they fall from a high peak. Growling! Biting! Falling! The sand—oh! how sore! Taka Whiu

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Te Ao Hou, March 1968, Page 54

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Wind Te Ao Hou, March 1968, Page 54

Wind Te Ao Hou, March 1968, Page 54