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STORM

White flock degrades to dishcloth grey as clouds now conjure up a curse. A faint flicker and flash from far off sky as the blaze cleaves the grey beyond. Bright light from high voltage aloft Creating ozone chaos show. Now a rumble, a slow drum roll, Percussion echoes in the hills and then sets off going down the dale. Now drifts away the dishcloth grey.

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