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Clouds gather together as if preparing for a siege; they threaten us with lighting but the bolts cannot quite reach. The sky has many things to say but wastes no air on speech, so we gather close to see if our walls the storm will breach.
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Dec 26, 2020
Dec 26, 2020 at 10:46 AM UTC
BRONTIDE
Clouds gather together as if preparing for a siege; they threaten us with lighting but the bolts cannot quite reach. The sky has many things to say but wastes no air on speech, so we gather close to see if our walls the storm will breach.
brontide is one of my favorite words, it’s a word for the sound of distant thunder.
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Dec 26, 2020
Dec 26, 2020 at 10:46 AM UTC
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