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The pressure drops, and the leaves begin to swirl around a dusty lake. Fire in the sky rolls in with the clouds riding a difference between a splitting of hot and cold. The hot air ***** the rain further, while the cold air cushions and pushes further. In another distance a similar storm brushes in with a deep wind that has carried it across an ocean, to pull in more water to travel further, pushed by the cold of what is behind and pulled by the heat of what is ahead. These two of a system meet over this lake and crash together, like two gas giants. The Earth shakes, the lake creates waves, and a look above shows the funnels coming down. One of pure chaotic wind, and another of raw destructive water. Trapped by each others opposition and support, they dance across the lake, lifting the leaves and spinning the weight of their composition into one another, until finally they merge into a brief or non-brief union, pull into the sky as it splits apart, breaks the storm and leaves clear skies.
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Mar 29, 2017
Mar 29, 2017 at 9:39 PM UTC
Smooth Sailing
The pressure drops, and the leaves begin to swirl around a dusty lake. Fire in the sky rolls in with the clouds riding a difference between a splitting of hot and cold. The hot air ***** the rain further, while the cold air cushions and pushes further. In another distance a similar storm brushes in with a deep wind that has carried it across an ocean, to pull in more water to travel further, pushed by the cold of what is behind and pulled by the heat of what is ahead. These two of a system meet over this lake and crash together, like two gas giants. The Earth shakes, the lake creates waves, and a look above shows the funnels coming down. One of pure chaotic wind, and another of raw destructive water. Trapped by each others opposition and support, they dance across the lake, lifting the leaves and spinning the weight of their composition into one another, until finally they merge into a brief or non-brief union, pull into the sky as it splits apart, breaks the storm and leaves clear skies.
eric-w
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Mar 29, 2017
Mar 29, 2017 at 9:39 PM UTC
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