The moon is obscured by clouds and a thick fog settles into the valley. The rain has stopped but thunder still cracks ominously in the distance. Lightning illuminates the horizon as if a great battle were taking place. The warm summer breeze rolls through the trees as I walk home with my thoughts.
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 1:45 AM UTC
The moon is obscured by clouds and a thick fog settles into the valley. The rain has stopped but thunder still cracks ominously in the distance. Lightning illuminates the horizon as if a great battle were taking place. The warm summer breeze rolls through the trees as I walk home with my thoughts.
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