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Jul 2012
Thunder rattles the mountains.
I was never afraid of storms until tonight.
I switch on my light and run back to
my sheets, hoping that don't feel quite so alone
when I watch the next bolt
illuminate my window.

I wonder when it last rained where you live.
Maybe you were scared like me.

I switch the light off again.
Kirsten Christine
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