The Storm Is Coming, Blue
There is a storm coming. It is blue. It is bluestone. Like that girl I
once knew plus lightning, it is pretty but not nice. I can tell this
by its voice: a low rumble, threatening, indifferent.
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Labels: Quetico
2 Comments:
I love a summer thunderstorm, though.
Yeah. Boom!
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