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The wind howls like a hammer…

Whenever the wind blows the way it is blowing now, on this cold April day struggling so mightily to escape the icy grasp of an unusually cold winter; whenever the wind howls around the corners of whatever building that protects me; whenever the wind howls through trees and shrubbery and grasses, or down the canyons or across prairie or high or low desert — whenever the wind howls like a hammer, it leaves me wide awake with terror.

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Retired professor, feminist, writer, photographer, activist, grandmother of 5, overall Wise Woman. Phd UIA School of Journalism & Mass Communication, 1994.

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Georgia NeSmith

Georgia NeSmith

Retired professor, feminist, writer, photographer, activist, grandmother of 5, overall Wise Woman. Phd UIA School of Journalism & Mass Communication, 1994.

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