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I tripped into a wall cloud. (I think I broke it open.) A funnel fell from the bottom upon a farmhouse in Nebraska spread across an open field - a mile wide swallowing the pasture in one gulp - and tossed stones from the top. (Like snow in August) There were no survivors.
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Jan 21, 2013
Jan 21, 2013 at 10:16 PM UTC
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I tripped into a wall cloud. (I think I broke it open.) A funnel fell from the bottom upon a farmhouse in Nebraska spread across an open field - a mile wide swallowing the pasture in one gulp - and tossed stones from the top. (Like snow in August) There were no survivors.
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Jan 21, 2013
Jan 21, 2013 at 10:16 PM UTC
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