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Jun 2016
There's a storm coming.
Or maybe it's here right now...

I didn't expect it.
It had been sunny for so long.

But now I'm wondering...
Will this storm ever leave?
Did it ever leave?

How long have I been staring at the sky?

My thoughts are interrupted-
Someone calls me to complain about the storm.
Erin Halle
Written by
Erin Halle  Pittsburgh
(Pittsburgh)   
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