“Suddenly, the wind got hold of the hammock. Leaves murmured. It was cold and the sun had gone down.” — Marcus Speh Copy Share Image
“You were talking about the wind," the Fillyjonk said suddenly. "A wind that carries off your washing. But I'm speaking about cyclones. Typhoons, Gaffsie dear. Tornadoes, whirlwinds, sandstorms... Flood waves that carry houses away... But most of all I'm talking… — Tove Jansson Copy Share Image
