Fly kites, sail boats, fly gliders, celebrate winds.

A new person in an old system is a fresh breeze.

A politician is a wind storm; afterwards you assess the damage.

A second wind yields a first place.

Winds are like humans — they come, they go, they stay, they blow.

Wet spring winds blow in the floral bling.

The winds of change always blow the same — constant.

Throw caution to the wind, but pack your parachute anyway.

A bag of wind is popped by an inattentive ear.

Love is a warm wind.

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