This morning the wind is hammering at us when we are out for our walk. It seems to be unending and quite ruthless. I feel a deep fatigue from the constant battering and it is becoming tiresome. Nothing is beyond its reach, everything requires extra effort. I am longing for the calm that should come after it. I remember meeting one of the older residents of Opunake who had been born here and later died here. He made the observation that "the only thing wrong with Opunake was the wind." Today I completely agree with him.
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