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Storms

I have always loved the sound of storms. The pounding rain and theatrical booms of thunder always put me to sleep. The violence of the storms somehow puts me at ease. It is as though I am in the eye of a storm, But nothing can touch me.

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quincy-poitras

American

Published: Oct 23, 2012
LinesWords: 548

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