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It was stormin' so hard last night it was walkin' my great grampa's barber shop mirrors off their moorings. The wind, and so the rain, was coming from every direction in sharp blasts. It was SO noisy it was overpowering my ability to turn up the music to at least even it out... until... of course... it snatched my ability to even try.
I sat here in the blackness, not even reaching for a space age storm lantern, in the middle of the crashing and booming and cracking and thunking and immortal fire department siren... and had myself the closest thing to a complete meltdown I may ever have experienced.
The hits keep coming so hard and heavy they're like to yank my spirit out of my chest.
pipe up any time....
