Dec 2023
I don’t hear the thunder yet
But I see the black clouds forming
I don’t have a lightning rod
And I’m standing in a puddle.
ljm
But I see the black clouds forming
I don’t have a lightning rod
And I’m standing in a puddle.
ljm
The world situation grows worse and worse. There's no longer any place to hide.
(F/Laughlin, Nevada)
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