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Stormchasers

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Lightning-illuminated snapshots thunder through my dreamscape, each zoom-lens freeze-frame pictorial saturated with sensory color:  pregnant skies rumbling their imminent water break, city skyline reflecting the impending dark through high-rise glass… Read more »

Deluge

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There is something intoxicating about thunderstorms. Not just rain.  Whether it’s a drizzle or a downpour matters not; there is nothing special to me about droplets hitting the ground, no… Read more »

Blossom

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Severance of dead limbs, through storm’s rage or strife’s blade, forces healthy growth. . {His silence sliced her to the quick. She bled… and then she bloomed.}