It was windy

I was moving bales of straw when I noticed shafts of light entering between the boards which comprise the wall of the Big Barn. As it pierced the darkness of the haymow the light illuminated dust that I had disturbed. The wind stirred the chaff into wild waves and turbulent eddies that reminded me of schools of small fish darting frenetically in response to unseen threats or other influences.

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