human
This is wonderful, she murmured.
gpt
It is the one thing we have always lacked at Woolhanger. We get the booming of the wind--wonderful it is, too, like the hollow thunder of guns or the quick passing of an underground army--but we miss this. I feel, somehow, as though I knew now why it tears past us, uprooting the very trees that stand in its way. It rushes to the sea. What a meeting!