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A blinding flash of lightning stuns us both. 

All the sounds die, leaves falling still like they are afraid to move. Charcoal clouds wrap the moon in a deathly embrace, and the glitter of fireflies dims as they nestle into the ground.

It isn’t supposed to rain today, it can’t.

Dec 31, 2023
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1:30 PM

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