Let me tell you about Winds
There is a whirlwind from southern Morrocco, the aajej, against which the fellahin defend themselves with knives. And then there is the harmattan, a red wind, which mariners call the sea of darkness. And red sand from this wind has flown as far as the south coast of England, producing showers so dense they were mistaken for blood.
And the the samoun, which a nation thought was so evil that they declared war on it and marched out against it in full battle dress. Their swords raised.

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