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Tuesday, July 22, 2008


There was a big storm last night, earth-quaking, hands shaking in the absence of someone to hold. The blanket served to cover the cold and muffle the sound and light, eyes closed against the flash of white and ears plugged against the beating drums. I fell asleep when the storm did, sky lightening at the edges as day approached. I dreamt of warm places and comfortable things, familiar faces I couldn’t recall upon wakening.

I hate thunder storms when I'm alone.

1 comment:

Nikdoo! said...

that is intense... It seems as though you find yourself on the beach. Why is that??