Why Wyndspirit Dreams? Think of a North Dakota farm girl, running as fast as she can into the hot August wind, long hair whipping around her face, racing on some imaginary adventure. Think of her curled up under a quilt in a tiny upstairs bedroom, rubbing her hands to thaw them out enough to write on yet another story, listening to the December wind rage around the corners of the house. Think of her lifting her face to savor the first hint of warmth in the still-biting March wind, listening for the first meadowlark. Think of the soft June wind carrying the scent of wild prairie roses to her as she bikes along the dirt driveway. Think of a North Dakota farm girl, running as fast as she can into the hot August wind...