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Skyscraping popplers bow their leafless tops and creak from harsh, shrilling wind. Puddles fill pockets where footprints carved soggy mud, rippling with rain. Smoke wafts lazily from chimney tops, blending with mold’s pungent perfume. Electric branches, streaking the overcast night-- CRACK! The walls vibrate. Only when dawn’s light bleeds gold and pink horizons does the storm pass.
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Jan 12, 2018
Jan 12, 2018 at 12:44 AM UTC
The Storm
Skyscraping popplers bow their leafless tops and creak from harsh, shrilling wind. Puddles fill pockets where footprints carved soggy mud, rippling with rain. Smoke wafts lazily from chimney tops, blending with mold’s pungent perfume. Electric branches, streaking the overcast night-- CRACK! The walls vibrate. Only when dawn’s light bleeds gold and pink horizons does the storm pass.
splowe
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24/USA
Jan 12, 2018
Jan 12, 2018 at 12:44 AM UTC
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