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A Storm Rushes In

A crocodile-hide sunset, a ferrous squall; somethings boiling up there. Storm gulls beat mosquito clouds away as they flee. Ten wild horses corralled in a dumpster hammer my fearless heart. An anemic sky gulps for breath near or far a brawling trample scuffs the earth. The dimming light drips strings of gelid spittle. Vaporous stalactites shred an acrid air. Now a ferrous rain cuffs and pelts. I hide my face from its eyes, follow a screaming ghost into the house.

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Date: 4/19/2021 12:00:00 PM
Hello Eric Ashord, storms can be scary. Many people and dogs are scared of a storm. Enjoy your day my friend.
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