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A coming storm We sense it first in unspoken atmosphere; the insects hear it's silent roar. Then it breaks; the lightning Followed by gusty wind, dust soars. Hell loosened by our desires woken? Or God just reminding us of who's in control!
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Mar 9, 2025
Mar 9, 2025 at 3:47 PM UTC
Lent Collection #6 - A coming storm