When the Wind Whispers after When the Wind Whispers, artist Osnat Tzadok it is the dead that answer. In subtle tones of hindrance, the words rise from coffins and urns. No stone is left unheard. Full moon responds, sending shadow messages for ethereal ears. The soothing hours pass. Risings have been averted for another cycle. The dawn breathes again, this time in sighs of relief.
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