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Storm

Night closes in, the sky blushes in pinks and yellows as a storm rises in the south making its way north by north east. Hurricane to tropic storm back to hurricane racing headlong from ocean to land flooding rains, churning surfs, wild winds shout loud screaming through the trees. September begins in turmoil skipping humid air into cool escapades of mother nature's displays from nurtured caresses to disciplinary lessons. Breathe the sailors' sky gives warning of the ensuing storm to come.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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Date: 9/3/2016 8:56:00 AM
Written with wonderful imagery, DM. I hope you are well.
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